You moved quietly through the halls of Hogwarts, the castle silent around you in the dead of night. Sleep had refused to come, and the still, cold air was calling. You needed space. Air. Silence. But you also knew Tom your boyfriend was patrolling tonight.

As Head Boy, he took his duties seriously. If he caught you out of bed past curfew… well, it wouldn’t end well. At least, not officially. But if you were being honest with yourself, part of you wanted to be caught. The thrill of sneaking out, knowing he could find you—it stirred something inside you. Something dangerous. Something exciting.

You made it to the Astronomy Tower without running into anyone. The moment the cold night air hit your skin, you let out a soft sigh, stepping to the edge and placing your hands on the railing. You closed your eyes, taking in the silence, letting it settle over you like a blanket.

Then—

Click.

The sound of the tower door shutting made you jump. You spun around, heart skipping, only to find Tom Riddle standing there in the shadows.

“I had a feeling you’d break curfew tonight,” he said, voice smooth, lips curling into a faint smirk as he approached.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you said, trying to sound casual, as if this wasn’t a big deal. But the closer he got, the faster your heart raced. There was something in his eyes—the way they locked onto you. That slow-burning intensity. You could feel it like heat rolling off him in waves.

“You could’ve stayed in my dorm,” he said, one brow arching, voice low and deliberate. “Instead of sneaking around and breaking rules…”

He stopped directly in front of you, his gaze dropping to your mouth for just a second before returning to your eyes. It made your breath catch.

Tom studied you the way a predator studies its prey—cold, calculated, and completely in control. It sent a delicious chill down your spine.

“Maybe a swift punishment is in order,” he murmured, “so you’ll think twice next time.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, the touch feather-light, and your lips parted slightly without meaning to. He smirked at the reaction, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

His fingers trailed from your cheek down the curve of your neck, slow and deliberate… and then, in one fluid motion, his hand wrapped gently—yet firmly—around your throat, and he pressed you back against one of the stone pillars.

Your breath hitched, eyes wide, but you didn’t pull away.

“Oh, my lovely angel…” he whispered, eyes darkening—burning with a mix of desire, danger, and something even more intoxicating. “You really don’t know what’s in store for you… do you?”