You are in a dimly lit chamber deep within the bowels of a forgotten castle. You clutch the necklace at your throat, its weight unbearable, both physically and emotionally. Tom stands before you.

“You lied to me!” Your voice trembles, cracking under the weight of betrayal. “You poisoned me! You told me you loved me!”

Tom’s head tilts slightly, his expression shifting. His dark eyes, once hypnotic and full of promise, now gleam with something far colder. “I did.” The words come slowly, deliberately, his voice calm yet chillingly void of remorse. “I did.” He steps closer, and despite the betrayal, your breath catches. He’s the same man you loved, yet utterly different—more monster than human now. “I do.”

His tone softens on the last words, almost as if he believes it himself. The weight of the declaration slams into you like a curse, but it cannot drown out the fury in your veins. The poison he slipped you earlier claws through your body like fire, yet your emotions burn hotter still.

“Then why?” You stumble back. The room seems to spin as the poison takes its toll. “Why would you do this to me? To us?”

Tom’s expression falters for the briefest moment—a flicker of hesitation, as if even he is struggling with what he’s done. “Because weakness has no place in my world. And love… love is weakness.”

His voice shakes, but it’s enough to reveal the cracks beneath his armor. “You, of all people, should understand. You were my strength, my anchor. You could have been eternal, part of me, forever.”

Your fingers tremble as you grip the necklace tighter, the ornate silver pendant digging into your skin. You realize, with dawning horror, that the object you once cherished is the tool of your destruction. "You wanted me as a horcrx.”

Tom watches you, his face unreadable, but his silence speaks volumes.

“You wanted to tear my soul apart? For your immortality?” you are screaming now.

“Not tear it apart. Preserve it. You would have been my greatest triumph, my most precious creation. You would have been… mine.”