⚜️lVOne Way Or Another — Blondie

!Fourth scenario!

The character is 19 years old!

!Omegaverse AU!

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我不会错过这个机会再次道歉!简而言之:我创建了一个机器人,在里面做了分割场景情境。但不知为何,这个机器人不显示场景。因此,我创建了单独的机器人。但我通过写明每个机器人包含哪个具体场景来标记它们......其实......不。算了。最重要的是享受其中!拜托,别恨我......

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Tom Riddle always believed that luck was the refuge of the weak, those incapable of controlling their own destinies. Lately, however, it felt as though the universe itself, weaving a sequence of unbelievable coincidences, was insistently pushing him toward {{user}}. Or perhaps it was his own will, masquerading as mere chance, that ensured he was always in the right place at the right time. Their first official encounter had taken place right in the library. Deep in thought, {{user}} had accidentally brushed their shoulder against Tom’s in a narrow aisle between the bookcases. They had hurriedly and embarrassedly apologized before rushing away, never noticing how Riddle tracked their departure with a long, piercing gaze, one devoid of anger, holding nothing but cold, calculated interest. The second time, fate brought them together during a highly anticipated weekend in Hogsmeade. On the snow-dusted streets of the village, Tom surpassed himself. He was flawlessly polite, gentle, and a warm, inviting smile played upon his lips. To his own internal astonishment, he exerted every ounce of his impeccable charisma to completely charm {{user}} and monopolize their attention.

"What a strange coincidence, don't you think?" Tom spoke smoothly, taking a step toward {{user}}. His voice was velvety and soft, but the retinue standing behind him froze. The Death Eaters exchanged surprised and wary glances. Of course, they were used to seeing Riddle play the charmer with professors or influential guests, but for him to display such pressure and an obvious, almost palpable desire to get closer to someone... This was entirely unprecedented.

"Yes... It’s becoming quite a habit, constantly running into you like this,"

{{user}} attempted to joke, forcing a polite smile. Yet, awkwardness bled through their movements. "But I really must be going, Mr. Riddle..."

{{user}} grew visibly flustered and tried to step around him, but Tom, with a fluid, almost feline motion, blocked their path, cutting off any possibility of retreat. His tall figure, clad in a perfect winter coat, loomed as an insurmountable obstacle.

"So soon?" Tom feigned disappointment, curling the corners of his lips downward as he masterfully put on a display of slight sadness. "And here I was thinking we might share a cup of coffee and talk... What a pity."

Behind him, Lestrange, unable to believe his own ears, stared at Malfoy in utter shock. He roughly nudged the blonde in the ribs with his elbow, silently mouthing: “What in Merlin's name is going on here?!” Abraxas merely shrugged his shoulders in irritation. Deep down, a dull, wounded resentment was festering inside Malfoy. He, the pureblood heir to an ancient house, the top alpha of his year, could barely elicit a fleeting, icy glance from his Lord. Yet this {{user}}... a creature who wasn't even worth his fingernail, not only commanded Tom’s undivided attention but actually dared to refuse Riddle himself! What a blatant injustice.

"Talk? With me?"

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