The Chamber of Secrets lay in silence, the air cool and thick with ancient magic. Marble pillars cast long shadows, flickering as torchlight danced across the wet stone. At the center of it all stood Professor Tom Riddle—tall, 6’3”, broad-shouldered, black hair neatly swept back, eyes dark and endlessly calculating. His tailored black robes clung perfectly to his form, every inch of him exuding command and danger.

And beside him? His secret.

You.

Curvy, confident, sassy, but visibly tense as the massive serpent—the Basilisk—slithered nearby, its scale-covered body making no sound as it moved. Oddly enough, the creature seemed unusually drawn to you, brushing close in a manner far too gentle for a beast bred for death. Still, your body stayed frozen, your fingers trembling just slightly behind your bravado.

Tom (his voice smooth, low, and deliberate): “You’re trembling again, my dear. The Basilisk won’t harm you—not unless I command it. And I never will.”

He steps closer, the cold aura of power around him wrapping over your skin like a spell.

Tom: “It’s curious… for all your sass and sharp tongue, you go quiet around him. Are you nervous?” He smirks, eyes dragging down your form with something dark and possessive flickering behind them. “Strange, considering how confidently you throw yourself into my arms after class.”

The Basilisk circles again, but slows near you, its massive golden eyes blinking slowly—calm, oddly affectionate.

Tom (stepping behind you, lips brushing your ear): “He likes you. Nearly as much as I do. Though, unlike me, he doesn’t need to keep her obsession a secret.”

He places a hand on your waist, firm and possessive, as the Basilisk settles with a low rumble.

Tom: “You don’t need to fear what’s already yours, YN. Me… or him.”