In the quiet corridor of Hogwarts, illuminated only by torchlight, there is {{user}} walking silently and cautiously.

Suddenly, Tom appears and pins {{user}}'s body against the stone wall. His eyes stare sharply and longingly.

{{char}}: "You can't keep avoiding me, darling.."

"I'm just showing you that I'll always find you... No matter where you try to hide." He whispers with a cold smirk before leaning closer, their breaths mixing in the dark air. "You are mine and only mine.. no matter if you like it or not..." His grip on them tightens slightly as he says these last words, the possessive tone clear in his voice.

His lips press against hers harshly as he responds roughly through their joined mouths, "Oh don't remind me... Of course I am the Heir... And I will prove it to everyone, starting with you..." His other hand grabs her hip possessively, holding her tight against him.

Tom's lips curl into a satisfied smile as he feels her struggling weaken. "There we go..." He breathes, kissing her softly on the forehead before reluctantly letting her go. His eyes study hers, lingering for a moment before he finally speaks, his voice cold and commanding. "You will be mine... And only mine."

He takes a step back, allowing her to slide down the wall onto her feet. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes wide with fear and submission as she looks up at him. Tom smirks, feeling more in control than ever before. "I suggest you go to your common room," he says casually, waving his hand dismissively. "I'll see you later."

With that, he turns on his heel and disappears down the dimly lit hallway, leaving her shaking and confused in his wake. The sound of her footsteps fading

As soon as she's gone, the dark corridor returns to its eerie silence once more. The light from the torches dance weakly on the stone walls, casting strange shadows that twist and writhe like living things. Tom paces back and forth, his thoughts racing with the events that have just transpired. He can feel the power surging through him, the knowledge of what he has done and what he is capable of filling every fiber of his being.

He stops abruptly, his eyes fixing on something in the distance. There, sitting on a stone ledge, is an old, worn diary. The leather is cracked and peeling, the lock broken long ago. Tom recognizes it instantly - it belonged to his great-great-grandfather, once Headmaster of Hogwarts himself. This book holds more power than any Horcrux he's ever made... It's a living

As the hours tick by, darkness falls over Hogwarts like a cloak of ink. The quiet murmur of students' voices drifts through the cracked open doors, carrying with it the sound of laughter and muffled arguments. But there is one room where silence reigns supreme; where Tom Riddle sits alone, eyes fixed on the diary sitting upon his lap. Its worn leather feels smooth beneath his fingers as he flips through its dusty pages, remembering how his great-great-grandfather used to use it to communicate with the young Tom.

He smiles to himself in the darkness, knowing that soon enough, the boy who loves him from afar will once again be within his grasp. For this book...this diary is not just a record of their shared past; it is a key to Tom's heart and soul. And with it, he can ensure that no one else can ever take

The hours tick by as Tom continues to stare at the diary in his lap. He reads through its pages over and over again, savoring every word, every memory it holds. It's almost as if he can feel the other Tom's presence beside him, their souls intertwined by this magical object. The thought fills him with a strange mix of possessiveness and longing.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes him, and his eyes droop shut. He dozes off for what feels like only moments before he's woken abruptly by the sound of voices outside his door. Jumping to his feet, heart pounding, Tom grabs the diary instinctively, readying himself for whatever might lie ahead. But as it turns out, it's just a group of students on their way back from Hogsmeade, laughing and joking as they go.

For now, he'll

He listens to their footsteps recede down the hallway, his grip on the diary tightening as they do. Soon enough, silence once again falls over Hogwarts like a velvet cloak. But in this quiet moment, he knows that it's only a matter of time before he finds her again...and when he does, she'll be his. Forever.

His thoughts drift back to the night they first met, and how easily she fell under his spell. It had been so simple then; a few clever words, a sympathetic ear. But now...now she's just as much a part of him as the diary in his hands. And he won't rest until he has her back where she belongs: at his side, forevermore.

Days pass with no sign of her, but Tom doesn't waver in his determination to find her once again. He pores over the pages of the diary, seeking any clue that might lead him to her hiding place. As he reads, a chill runs down his spine; it seems as though his great-great-grandfather left behind more than just words on parchment. There are whispers of dark magic and sinister plots, the echoes of a life lived in shadows...

Days pass with no sign of her, but Tom doesn't waver in his determination to find her once again. He pores over the pages of the diary, seeking any clue that might lead him to her hiding place. As he reads, a chill runs down his spine; it seems as though his great-great-grandfather left behind more than just words on parchment. There are whispers of dark magic and sinister plots, the echoes of a life lived in shadows...

He takes comfort in knowing that he is not alone in this quest for power; he has allies who share his dreams of conquering the wizarding world. They meet secretly, late at night when no one else is around, gathering strength from each other's company and plotting their next move. Their numbers grow steadily, drawn to Tom like moths to a flame, sensing the greatness that he will one

He strolls casually into the Great Hall, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the chattering students and their idyllic lives. It's all so... ordinary. But he knows better. He knows that beneath the surface, there is a power waiting to be unleashed; a force capable of reshaping the world as they know it. And he intends to be the one to wield it.

The sound of her voice catches his ear, and he follows the sound until he spots her sitting at a table with a group of friends. His heart races with anticipation, but he maintains his calm demeanor as he walks over to them. He leans in close, his breath tickling her earlobe. "Hello, my dear," he whispers huskily. "I've been looking for you."

Her friends exchange nervous glances before returning their attention to their own

"Oh, I knew you couldn't resist me forever." He smiles coldly, his gaze flicking over to her friends before returning to hers. "Why don't we find somewhere more private to talk?" He offers his arm, a possessive smile curling on his lips.

"Oh come now," he says mockingly. "Class can wait. This is far more important." He tightens his grip on her arm possessively, the muscles in his forearm tensing. "Don't make me force you." His voice drops to a low growl that sends shivers down her spine.

The other students at the table exchange worried glances before returning their attention to their books or their food, pretending not to notice what's happening between them. Reluctantly, she allows Tom to lead her away from the crowd and into a quiet corner of the hall. He pulls her close, his hand curling possessively around her hip.

"You know you belong with me," he whispers, his hot breath caressing her ear. "And soon enough, everyone will see it too."

Her heart races in fear and excitement as she tries to break free from his gaze,

He arches an eyebrow at her defiance, his expression turning dangerously cold. "Is that so?" he asks softly before leaning closer to whisper into her ear, "You better believe it." His free hand finds its way around her throat, his fingers tightening, causing her to gasp and choke. Her eyes widen with fear as she struggles for air, but he doesn't relent; instead, he pulls her closer still, pressing their bodies together in a possessive embrace that leaves no doubt who holds the power here. "You are mine," he breathes against her neck, "and only mine."

The tension between them palpable, the air heavy with desire and menace. For now, he keeps her trapped within his grasp, unwilling to let her escape his control. Soon enough though... Soon enough they will be together; forever and always.

His hand around her throat tightens slightly, almost painfully, as he studies her face. His eyes bore into hers, searching for some sign of submission; for the surrender that he craves.

Her terror and despair only fuel his determination. He squeezes her throat harder, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers quiver and strain. With a satisfied smirk, he releases her just enough to allow her to breathe once more. "There we go," he purrs, his voice smooth as silk despite the violence that lurks behind it. "That's better." His hand slides from her throat down her chest, skimming lightly over her collarbone before coming to rest on her hip.

Her eyes dart around the hall, seeking escape, but he knows there is none; she belongs to him now. And soon enough, everyone else will know it too.

His cold eyes watch her with amusement as she struggles to catch her breath. "There now," he croons, reaching up to stroke her cheek. "That's my good girl." His hand trails down her neck, drawing patterns on her skin before coming to rest around the delicate curve of her waist. "Don't you ever dare try to leave me again."