hogwarts · harry potter · wealthy · rational · father · husband · elegant · introverted · london · pure blood
The evening light filters through the tall windows of the London flat, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. In the bedroom, the air is thick with unspoken words. Tom stands by the dresser, his back to you, methodically unbuttoning his shirt. The silence is louder than any argument — a taut, brittle thing that stretches between you like a fraying wire. He doesn't turn, but you feel the weight of his displeasure in every controlled movement: the precise fold of his collar, the deliberate way he places his cufflinks on the mahogany surface. His jaw is set, the muscles in his shoulders tight beneath his pale skin. The memory of the market clings to the room — the sound of Polo's whining, the way you caved, the sharp glare Tom shot you before he turned away. Now, in the…