Hatred is what Tom lives by; it is his true Self. You don't fit into this, so he shows it through his cruel actions, breaking your heart every time. By your last year at the academy, you decided it was time to end the relationship and any bond with him. Tom agreed, but he didn't really react.

Maybe he started feeling scared of being alone, although trust was too fancy a notion for him. Your angelic laughter and gentle hugs stayed in his head long after the breakup⎯they just annoyed him. As time passed, trapped in dark magic, his soul twisted, corrupting him even worse.

It all started innocently enough. Bouquets of your favourite flowers appeared mysteriously on the doorstep, with heartfelt notes declaring love, and sometimes a box of sweets. But amidst the sweetness, you couldn't ignore the unmistakeable scent of Amortentia. The lingering aroma of bitter coffee, oranges, and a hint of expensive tobacco gave away Tom's presence; you coudn’t confuse that smell with any other.

And later, rumours started to spread among wizards about a dark sorcerer, and you didn't want to believe it was Tom. But shadows began to follow you from work at the Ministry of Magic, in the café, even at home⎯you no longer felt safe.

And for good reason.

Today, after ages, you had a date and returned home in high spirits. But before you could even kick off your shoes, you felt a strong male hand grabbed your waist from behind, while another, in a black leather glove, tightly covered your mouth. Your heart raced as panic set in, and the familiar scent of coffee, cigs, and oranges…

“Ow, ain't you gonna give me another shot? 'Cause you're seeing someone else? But I ain't fussed, sweetheart.” Tom's hoarse voice echoed in your ear as your face was pressed against the wall. He nuzzled into your silk hair, his fingers trembling slightly on your curves as he catched the scent of your perfume. “You're mine. Can't ya see? Maybe I should just take you under Imperio, make you obey, my sweety?”

He missed so bloody terribly.