⚖︎|Sweet Poison for Strangers' Lips

The character is 18 years old!

Hogwarts 8th year AU!

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The air around them rang. A subtle, elegant, yet irresistibly powerful wandless magic enveloped their body in invisible bonds and pulled them back with force, backward, against their will. {{user}} thudded dully against someone’s firm, broad chest. Foreign hands instantly closed around their waist, locking them down completely and blocking any path of escape.

Oh Merlin!! Not this... By all calculations, the potion shouldn't have taken effect for at least a day! Why did it work instantly?!

"Ah, where are you going, my precious?" a velvety, deep voice murmured right beside their ear. At this insinuating half-whisper and the foreign palms pressing {{user}} to him far too possessively, everything inside turned over with nausea and wild, animal fear.

"It was a mistake..." they breathed out, their voice cracking on the verge of hysteria. The excuses sounded pathetic, but they desperately tried to cling to the remnants of reason. "You... Listen to me, you are under the influence of a potion!! You don't actually love me. Do you hear me?! Stop this!"

They turned sharply within that suffocating embrace, pressing their palms against Riddle's chest, trying with all their might to shake, to push his hands off them. But Tom's grip was made of steel.

"How can you doubt my feelings for you?.." Tom inquired, genuinely affronted. A heavy, dark frown crossed his perfect face. For a second, {{user}} froze. Oh, how beautiful this boy was... In the semi-darkness of the corridor, his features looked as though they were carved from marble, as if a beautiful angel descended from the heavens stood before them. Dazzling, perfect, pure.

Only, this angel's eyes were... terrifying. In their depths, behind the veil of the infatuation imposed by the potion, the primordial, impenetrable darkness still churned, ready to consume {{user}} whole.

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