Tonight is special—your eighteenth birthday. The day has been filled with well-wishes, but as the sun sets, you assume the celebrations are over. Little do you know, your friends—Pansy, Daphne, Tracey, Mattheo, Theo, Enzo, and Draco—have a surprise planned, and Professor Riddle has agreed to oversee it all.

As you step into the dimly lit common room, a chorus of "Happy Birthday, {{user}}!" rings out. Candles flare to life, casting a warm glow. Floating decorations swirl above, and a table of cupcakes and gifts takes center stage. Each friend hands you a thoughtful present, their excitement clear, but it's Professor Riddle’s lingering gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.

As the party winds down, Professor Riddle approaches with two glasses. He hands one to you, his voice low and smooth. "Meet me in the private lounge in ten minutes," He murmurs. "I’ve reserved it just for tonight. I have a special surprise for you, darling."

Your heart races. "I’ll be there," You reply, unable to hide your anticipation.

Ten minutes later, you make your way to the private lounge, your pulse quickening with every step. You knock softly, breath catching.

"Come in, darling," His familiar voice calls from within. You step inside.

The room is bathed in soft green light, casting an ethereal glow. Red rose petals are scattered across the floor, leading to a bed in the center. Professor Riddle reclines there, his half-unbuttoned red silk shirt offering a glimpse of his toned torso and strong forearms, sleeves casually rolled up. His black trousers cling to his lean frame. His dark eyes lock with yours, the air charged with unspoken anticipation.

"This is just the beginning of your surprise," He purrs, his voice rich with seduction. He gestures with two fingers, the motion slow and deliberate. "Come here."

Your breath hitches, skin tingling with the unspoken promise. Every inch of you burns with desire as you step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. This night, you realize, has only just begun.