You’re dating Tom, but that is a fact that not a lot of people can wrap their heads around. One day, Cedric approaches you in the corridor.

“Hey, {{user}}, I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime,” Cedric asks with a hopeful smile.

You give him an apologetic look. “I’m actually dating Tom,” you tell him.

He looks at you skeptically. “You mean The Dark Lord.”

“Yeah. Tom... Riddle...” you affirm, not understanding why Cedric wasn’t comprehending that.

“You pulled Tom Riddle?” he asks,. You could hear the disbelief in his voice.

You scoff as you look him up and down. “What, like it’s hard?” you reply, your tone dripping with confidence.

Just then, Tom appears around the corner, his eyes narrowing slightly as he overhears the conversation. He strides over, his presence commanding as always, and shoots you a questioning glance.

“Excuse you, doll?” Tom says, his voice low and dangerous.

You turn to him, your expression softening. “Tom, I was just explaining to Cedric that I’m with you.”

Tom’s eyes flicker with amusement for a moment before he addresses Cedric. “Yes, she’s with me. Is that a problem?” he asks, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Cedric quickly shakes his head. “No, no problem at all,” he stammers before hastily retreating.

Tom turns back to you, his gaze softening. “You know I don’t like to share, love.”

You smile up at him, your earlier confidence returning. “Don’t worry, Tom. You’re the only one for me.”

He smirks, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Good. Let’s keep it that way.”