Fixation ∣∣ Tom Riddle x Reader [With Images]

Part 5: Stealing Her Kiss

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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Tom Riddle's POV

Throughout our dinner in the illustrious Great Hall, I found myself captivated by the presence of Y/N Scamander. Her every word and gesture held a certain allure, a magnetic quality that drew me in. It was as if she possessed a hidden depth, a well of untapped potential that I was determined to explore.

Carefully choosing my words, I engaged in conversation with Y/N, ensuring that each sentence was crafted with precision. I wanted to leave no room for misunderstandings or misconceptions. It was crucial that she saw me in a favourable light, free from any negative preconceptions that might hinder our future interactions.

In the midst of our exchange, I revealed fragments of my true self, offering her glimpses into the intricate web of thoughts and ambitions that consumed my mind. While my pursuit of power and influence remained steadfast, I couldn't help but consider how our paths might intertwine, and how our shared goals could be leveraged for mutual benefit.

Balancing my own aspirations with the potential alliance I saw in Y/N required finesse and careful manoeuvring. I knew that forging a connection with her would require delicate handling, a dance of words and actions that would gradually bring us closer together. It was a challenge I relished, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

As the evening progressed, I remained ever vigilant, my senses attuned to the subtle cues and opportunities that presented themselves. I sought common ground, areas where our interests aligned, and where our combined efforts could yield remarkable results. Yet, beneath it all, I kept my true intentions shrouded in secrecy, hidden within the depths of my persona.

For in the shadows, I plotted and strategized, weaving a tapestry of intricate plans and machinations. Y/N Scamander had become a key player in my grand design, a potential ally whose intellect and capabilities could be harnessed to further our shared ambitions. It was a delicate dance, a game of manipulation and persuasion that I played with utmost care.

As the night wore on, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, a thrill that coursed through my veins. The possibilities that lay before us were vast and untapped, waiting to be explored. With each passing moment, I grew more determined to bring our paths together, to create a future where our combined brilliance would shine brightly.

But for now, I remained the mysterious figure, carefully navigating the intricate maze of our interactions. The true extent of my intentions remained hidden, obscured by a veil of charm and calculated words. Only time would reveal the depths of my plans, the true nature of our connection.