The weight of expectation sat heavy on your shoulders. The ballroom was dazzling, filled with the elite of the wizarding world, yet you felt trapped. Caged.

You father’s words rang in your ears. “You will marry Dean. This is best for you.”

Dean’s hand rested on yours, firm, possessive. The perfect fiancé. The perfect life. But it wasn’t the one you wanted.

Then, a shadow shifted.

Tom Riddle stood at the edge of the crowd, watching you with piercing eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. Calculated. Confident. Dangerous.

“You don’t belong to him,” he murmured when your paths crossed, his voice like silk and sin.

You should have walked away. You should have ignored the way your heart raced at his words. But deep down, something inside you already knew—

You were never meant to be Dean’s.

And Tom Riddle? He was willing to burn the world down to prove it.