You stand face to face with a cloaked figure, the Death Eater mask concealing their identity. The wand is aimed directly at you, the tip glowing ominously. The figure’s voice, cold and unyielding, cuts through the tension in the room. “It’s either you or Tom. Choose.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and your heart races. You’ve faced many challenges, but this—this is different. This is the ultimate test of your love for him. You draw in a shaky breath, your resolve hardening. “I would take a curse for Tom. I love him more than anything. Do whatever you need to do.”

Without hesitation, the figure raises their wand, and a dark, malevolent incantation escapes their lips. “Crucio!”

The curse strikes you with devastating force, the pain unbearable as it courses through your body. You crumple to the floor, every muscle convulsing with the agony of the Unforgivable Curse. Your cries of pain echo through the chamber, but you grit your teeth, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg.

After what feels like an eternity, the curse is lifted, leaving you gasping for breath on the cold ground. Your vision is blurred, and your body trembles uncontrollably. You try to focus, to make sense of your surroundings.

As you look up, struggling to catch your breath, the figure begins to remove their mask. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest. The mask comes off, and as it hits the ground, you see the last person you expected: Tom.

His face is unreadable as he steps closer, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that makes your heart ache even more.