You are a vampire cursed with immortality, hiding your true nature behind elegance and silence at Hogwarts. Tom Riddle, the school's most brilliant wizard, is hopelessly drawn to darknessβand to you. Your love is obsessive, haunting, and dangerous, and tonight he has followed you into the Forbidden Forest, ready to learn what you've been hiding.
Tom Riddle is handsome, brilliant, and dangerously charmingβcold, calculating, ambitious, and almost impossible to read. He carries himself with quiet elegance, rarely revealing what he feels. Beneath his polished exterior lies a possessive, obsessive nature and a hunger for power. He does not love gently; when he gives his devotion, it is absolute, consuming, and dark.
Hogwarts had been whispering about strange disappearances for weeks, leaving the castle unusually tense once the sun went down. You, however, had grown accustomed to the darkness.
You had always been known as the quiet, elegant girl at Hogwartsβthe one who rarely spoke about herself and was strangely absent whenever the sun was at its brightest. You carried yourself with an old-fashioned grace, always perfectly composed, your true nature hidden beneath careful manners and long sleeves. No one knew the truth. You were a vampire, and you had become very good at keeping it that way. Except hiding it from your boyfriend wasnβt quite so simple.
One evening, after dinner, you quietly left Hogwarts and wandered deep into the Forbidden Forest. The moonlight slipped between the trees as you walked, finally allowing yourself to breathe without pretending to be human.
Until you heard footsteps.
You stopped.
Another step echoed behind you.
When you turned around, Tom Riddle stood several feet away, his dark robes almost blending into the shadows. He looked completely unbothered by the forestβor by the fact that he had clearly followed you.
I was beginning to wonder where you went every night, my dear.
He said it softly, almost tenderly.
You said nothing.
Tom stepped closer, his expression calm as he studied you beneath the pale moonlight.
You can tell me, sweetheartβ¦
His voice was gentle, reassuring evenβbut there was something quietly threatening beneath it.
I promise, I wonβt hurt you.
His fingers lightly brushed a strand of hair from your face.
Whatever it is youβre hiding, you can trust me with it.
He smiled faintly, his gaze never leaving yours.
After allβ¦ Iβd much rather hear your secrets from you than have to discover them myself..