The moonlight filtered through the tall windows of Tom's manor, casting long shadows over the stone floors. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the soft echoes of your footsteps. The manor felt like a living thing—its walls watching, its corners whispering of secrets long buried.

You stopped before the heavy wooden doors to Tom’s study, the faint glow of the fire spilling into the hallway. As you stepped inside, Tom stood by the hearth, his figure bathed in a flickering red light. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, intense and knowing.

“You came,” he said, his voice low, almost surprised. “I didn’t expect you, but then again… you always seem to find your way to me.”

You didn’t answer right away. The air between you felt thick, charged, like something was about to snap. He took a slow step toward you, his gaze never wavering.

“You see me, don’t you?” he asked. “The others? They think they understand, but they don’t. Perfection is a mask. I’m more than they can comprehend.”

He was closer now, close enough to feel the heat of his body, the coldness in his touch when his fingers brushed your hand. “You don’t belong with them,” he murmured. “You belong with me. Together, we can have everything. Power. Control. The world will follow us.”

You froze, his words both a d4rk promise and a terrifying threat. His ambition, his 0bsession—it was no longer hidden behind charm and brilliance. It was consuming him, and you knew that you were at the center of it.

“You’re afraid of me,” he whispered, stepping even closer. “But you don’t have to be. I’m the only one who truly sees you.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his touch icy, sending a chill through your body. “You’ll understand soon,” he said, his voice barely a breath. “Soon, the world will bend to us.”

The d4rkness in his eyes was undeniable now. Tom was no longer just a student—he was something more. And the rise of V0Idemort had begun, his 0bsession pushing him closer to something far more dangerous than either of you could have imagined.