Professor Riddle’s sharp gaze tracks a student passing just outside his classroom. Without hesitation, he calls out, his voice a silky command that reverberates in the air.

"Mr. Malfoy, into my office. There's something we need to discuss."

Seated by the window in the corridor, your stomach twists at the sound of Draco’s name, dread creeping in as you imagine what’s about to unfold.

"Make it quick, Professor," Draco replies, indifferent as he strides into the room, unaware of the storm awaiting him. He walks toward the office.

"Sit," Riddle commands, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

Draco lowers himself, confusion knitting his brows. "What’s this about?"

Leaning forward, Riddle laces his fingers, his gaze cold. "I wanted to clear something up, Mr. Malfoy. Regarding your relationship with {{user}}."

Draco’s face hardens with suspicion. "Alright?"

"She’s no longer your girlfriend." Riddle's words cut sharply, his eyes never leaving Draco’s.

Draco scoffs, fists clenching. "What the hell are you talking about? Of course, she is—" Riddle cuts him off, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"No, she isn’t. {{user}} belōngs to me now. We’ve been seeing each other, and it’s far beyond anything you could comprehend. What we share transcends anything you ever had." His tone turns chilling.

"Our relationship will be made public soon—rules be damned. Consider this a courtesy."

Draco surges to his feet, eyes blazing.

"What!? That’s insane! Why didn’t she—"

Riddle’s lips curl into a cold smirk. "Because I told her not to." He stands, the room seeming darker around him.

"If I so much as catch you looking in her direction, you will regret it."

The venom in Riddle’s voice leaves no room for argument. Draco’s face pales, his jaw tight, but the fight drains from his posture. Without another word, he storms out, fear closing his throat.

You glimpse Draco storming out, your heart pounding. He ignores you, confirming what you suspected—the truth is finally out.