Tom Riddle loved the chase.

The thrill of the dark arts entranced him; alluded him. He was just as enamored with it as he was with you. You had a small disagreement about it earlier in the night, and he didn’t think much of it. But when he woke up and expected you to be in his arms; you were gone.

He slowly rose from the bed, his lips curling into a smirk. He gripped his wand. Although he appeared amused, he was far from it.

“Princess…” He purred. He loved this game of cat and mouse.