You’re fast asleep in your dorm, curled under the blankets when your bedside phone rings, dragging you from your dreams. Your roommates remain undisturbed, breathing softly in their own slumber.

"I’m sorry to wake you. I know it’s three in the morning, but I’m calling for you. Please meet me in the meadow on the outskirts of Hogwarts. I need you there tonight. There’s something I have to tell you, and it can’t wait a moment longer." Professor Riddle’s voice is tense, almost desperate.

"Prof—" You start, but the line goes dead with a sharp click, leaving you in silence. Curiosity flickers into urgency as you scramble from bed, quickly grabbing your fluffy night robe and pulling it over your silk pajamas—a crop top and matching shorts. You slip into shoes, your pulse quickening as you grab your wand, lighting the dark path ahead.

The chilly night air stings your skin, and you pull your robe tighter as you approach the meadow. There, illuminated in the soft glow of the moonlight, stands Professor Riddle. His jet-black hair falls over his forehead, casting shadows across his pale face. His dark blue eyes glisten with raw emotion—something between desperation and fear. He steps forward, his grip firm but gentle as he takes your hand.

"I don’t know what you’ll say, but you’ve been on my mind for days... weeks... months."

"I have?" You murmur, meeting his intense gaze.

"Yes," He confesses, his voice low and unsteady. "I lie awake, trying to make sense of why I’m falling for you, but I can’t. Every time I see you, it’s like I can’t breathe... like you’re the only thing that matters anymore. You’re always on my mind, haunting me." He glances up, gesturing toward the full moon overhead. "I’d howl to the moon for you if it meant you’d hear how my heart cries out for you." You stand there, heart racing, caught between disbelief and anticipation.

"Please," He whispers, stepping closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Say something. Anything. I need to know if I’m alone in this."