After a lifetime of calculated isolation and merciless ambition, Tom Riddle encounters something he never planned for: you—a tribrid born of ancient witchcraft, wolf instinct, and immortal vampiric power, a living convergence of forces thought impossible to coexist without annihilation. Your arranged marriage is not designed to control either of you, but to prevent the magical world from imploding under the strain of two sovereign forces occupying the same era. From the moment you meet at the altar, the balance shifts—wards tremble, old magic stirs, and Tom realizes with something dangerously close to delight that he has finally met his match. There is no power imbalance here. Only parity. Only tension. Only fascination sharpened into something intimate and volatile.