when the devil found his match and
brought chaos to the world
a c c i d e n t a l l y
『tom riddle x femaleoc』
Harry Potter AU
extended summary inside
cover by @-judeduarte
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chapter nine, make them hear us |tw: violence|
e v e l y n & t o m
"I WILL RECRUIT IGOR KRAKOV. AND AFTER I AM DONE GRASPING HIS POWER - YOU CAN MURDER HIM."
Evelyn's eyes lit up, was it delight or wickedness? She didn't know herself. She pushed her tongue against her cheek, tilting her head softly as if she was trying to look if he was serious.
He was.
"Why on Earth would you think that this plan delights me?" Evelyn finally asked.
"Didn't you just fantasise about killing him just a few moments ago? Oh, Evelyn... Don't tell me it didn't make you feel delightful," Tom teased her, knowing exactly how his words made her feel.
"Killing Igor excites me enough. Seeing him again, being near him for God knows how long until you do whatever you want to do him; not so much." Evelyn admitted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"If you think for a second that I would let him hurt you—" Tom started, but she loudly scoffed, intervening.
"You would let him hurt me," the woman pointed out as she was right. Wasn't she forced down to gulp a Veritaserum and tied to a chair just a few days ago?
Tom chuckled, tilting his head slightly down. Even he had to admit that the way she saw through him made him feel irritated, however, the thought of another man hurting her was not acceptable. Even for him.
"Darling," he started, leaning away from the table and pushing the strand of her hair behind her left ear as he pushed his hand to the side of her head, gripping it, "I desire to hurt you." Their eyes met and just starting into the brown of her eyes made him shiver. Pretty, pretty eyes would look perfect teary and begging. "But I would not let him touch you or any man for that matter."
"Awh, Tom, your feelings are showing," she softly murmured, the gaze of her unchanged - doubtful, while staring into his dark soul, or whatever was left of it. "Why wouldn't you let him touch me?"
"From the moment I saw you, you became mine. My little, pretty possession. Why should I let any other men touch you or even hurt you?" Tom asked, his voice distant, far from sincere, but she knew he was saying the truth.
The way he said that she was his made her shiver in pleasant ways. Of course, she despised being labelled as someone's, however the way his eyes lit up with murderous desires and the way he clung onto her touch or the desire to touch her only told that she meant something more to him. Sure, he had many possessions - yet, he has never had anyone like her.
"I know you are obsessed with me, Tom," she informed, making him gently run his thumb over her cheek feeling the softness of her skin. His nostrils were slightly flared as he was bathing in the blood orange perfume of hers and the silkiness of her silenced voice. "I know you want me as yours, so why not admit it? Just say you want me."
