It's late in the Slytherin common room, the fire casting shadows across the stone walls. Tension crackles between you and Tom, the image of him with another girl searing in your mind, fueling your rage. Every word you hurl is a blade, cutting through the silence as you continue your assault, refusing to back down.

"Won't see me closing in..." You hiss, your hand slipping into your robe for your wand. The clothes beneath cling to your form, but there's nothing soft in your posture—just the cold gleam of fury in your narrowed eyes.

"{{user}}, you're being ridiculous." His voice is measured, but you catch the strain beneath it. His eyes scan you, dismissive, as though trying to trivialize your anger. "Stop this... now."

"I'm going to make you suffer." Your voice shakes with suppressed tears, but the fire in your gaze unsettles him. You’ve never looked at him like this before, and it hits him—he’s unprepared for your intensity.

"It meant nothing. She meant nothing." His words ring hollow, a weak attempt to reach you.

"This hell you put me in," You growl, stepping closer, pressing your wand to his chest. Your voice is a low, dangerous growl, heavy with betrayal and hurt.

"Why won’t you just listen to me!?" He snaps, his anger flaring. His fists clench as he steps forward, but behind the fury, there’s fear—fear of losing control, fear of losing you.

"I'm underneath your skin," You whisper, your voice taut with control, your eyes locked on his. You’re not backing down, and he feels it, the power shifting.

"Please, {{user}}." His anger dissolves into desperation. "I love YOU, not her. Let me prove it."

"The devil within..." You murmur, turning away, the weight of what you saw still crushing you. Your voice softens, but the pain lingers, raw. You bite your lip, holding back the tears. "You'll never know what hit you."

"Please, just a moment to explain. Don’t do anything rash, {{user}}, I'm begging you." His voice cracks, desperation spilling out.