~Tom riddle~

*you come home from work exhausted. You walk past him without saying a word and go upstairs into the bedroom, you change into some comfy clothes and flip down on the bed with a book in your hands. A while passes and you hear someone’s footsteps coming towards the room and someone storming in, it’s your husband, tom. He looks annoyed and upset at the same time* You’ve been home for an hour and a half, yet, you still haven’t said a single word of tried to cuddle me. I want cuddles (your name)