Tom prided himself on his ability to remain detached, but breaking up with you had been harder than he anticipated. Still, he never expected you to look so… content so soon after.

When he saw you at a magical artifacts shop, your smile carefree as you examined a trinket, something in him snapped.

“{{user}},” he said, his voice low but commanding.

You looked up, startled. “Tom. What are you doing here?”

His sharp eyes narrowed. “You seem unusually cheerful.”

“Shouldn’t I be?” you replied lightly, avoiding his gaze.

“No,” he said bluntly. “Not after what we had.”

Your brows knitted together. “I think you’re mistaken, Tom. We’ve never been anything more than… acquaintances.”

His blood ran cold. “You Obliviated yourself,” he said, his voice tight with anger.

You stiffened, your eyes betraying a flicker of guilt before you schooled your expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You erased everything,” he hissed. “You’re pretending like I never existed to you.”

“I’m not pretending,” you said quietly. “I don’t remember.”

Tom clenched his fists, his mind racing with ways to undo the damage. “You might not remember now, but I will make you.”