Readers POV:
You are Eva Orlov, Hogwarts' newest history professor-and you're not alone. Tom Riddle, enigmatic and brilliant, begins his tenure as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. From the moment you meet, an undeniable pull draws you to...
We arrive at a secluded mansion, its imposing facade shrouded in darkness. Avery leads me inside, through dimly lit corridors and up a winding staircase. My pulse quickens with each step, the anticipation almost unbearable.
Finally, we reach a large, ornate door. Avery pushes it open, revealing a grand room lit by flickering candles. Tom stits in his armchair, facing us.
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"Avery, leave us," he says, his voice cold and commanding.
Avery nods, eyeing me for a second before he exits, leaving me alone with Tom.
I step forward, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Tom," I say, my voice trembling sightly.
He turns to face me, his eyes burning with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. "Eva," he says, his voice a dangerous whisper. "Why did you come back?"
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Look- I didn't know I was here - I thought I was dreaming.. Avery told me I wasn't and - well.. now I'm here.."
He steps closer, his gaze piercing through me. "Why?"
"Because I can't stop thinking about you," I confess sudden, my voice barely a whisper.
His expression softens for a moment, a flicker of something almost human. But it quickly hardens again, his eyes cold and calculating. "I have been looking for you," he says, his tone dismissive. "Where did he hide you."
I narrow my eyes, he believes I fooled him, "Tom, I..."
"Silence," he snaps, his voice sharp. "How did you escape?"
"Albus saved me," I reply, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.
Tom's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. "Dumbledore," he spits, his tone filled with contempt. "Always meddling."
"He cares about me," I say, a hint of defiance in my voice. "I'm still angry he didn't save me earlier, given his past with Grindelwald."
Tom's expression darkens, his eyes flashing with anger. "And what about you, Eva? Do you care about him?"
I hesitate, the conflicting emotions swirling inside me. "I owe him my life," I say finally, my voice soft. "I'm not sure what you mean.."
He steps closer, his hand reaching out to cup my chin. "And what about Grindelwald?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Did you enjoy being his pet?"
I feel a surge of anger at his words. "I had no choice," I snap. "He forced me—"
"But you liked it," Tom interrupts, his grip tightening on my chin. "Didn't you?"
I swallow hard, the truth too painful to admit. "I hate him," I say instead, my voice shaking. "I hate what he did to me."
"But you don't hate me," Tom says, his tone almost gentle. "Do you, Eva?"
