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 twelve, channelling and horcruxes
t o m
IN EVERY ASPECT OF LIFE, TOM WANTED TO SHOW POWER. Dreading humanly feelings, he only now has learnt that love wasn't a weakness when he was in love with a daring person. Especially, love wasn't a weakness in a moment like this, when he was gently stroking her bare thigh while he was looking at the bulky guy with buzzed hair.
Never in his life will he forget the way Igor Krakov is looking at Evelyn. Sitting on the edge, his clearly disposed and forgotten wife by his side as he was burning his gaze into the hand that was stroking Evelyn's thigh.
Delicately.
Slowly.
The cruellest wizard of Russia was right in front of him, the nightmare of Evelyn's and yet, he found his weakness from the minute he appeared in the mansion. Tom didn't think that Evelyn knew that she was the biggest weakness of Igor Krakov.
Evelyn was sitting on the armrest of the armchair in which Tom was sitting. Only a few meters away from them sat Igor and his scrawny-looking wife with a ghastly pale face. Igor, himself, was a bulky man with wide shoulders, fairly tall. His gaze was dark, slightly squinted as his ringed hand rested on his chin.
"Searching for you only to find that you belong to a British children's club?" Igor's voice was rough like rubbing gravel.
Evelyn was doing surprisingly alright on the outside even if she was sitting in front of the man she loathed more than anyone else. Her posture was delicate - slightly leaning on Tom's body, intoxicating him with the blood orange perfume with a glint of his. He was proud of her for not displaying fear, but after all, she would probably rather jump out of the window than show that she is terrified.
"I don't belong anywhere, Igor," her voice was honey-like even if her eyes glistered with wickedness.
Tom wanted to differ, but he knew that she didn't consider herself his follower. He didn't consider her as one too, but without any doubt, she belonged to him.
"I thought you wanted to be independent," he started, watching the way her hand softly moved on Tom's shoulder down to his chest. "And you exchanged me for—chevo? A younger one?"
"There was no you to exchange in the first place... Isn't it quite cruel to talk about in front of your... seventeenth wife?" Evelyn's tone was mockery and, God, how much he was getting turned on from just listening to her.
The Russian man grinned, a set of white teeth contrasting with his slightly tanned skin tone. He didn't even gaze back to look at his wife and the woman didn't even make a sound of disapproval. There was a similarity between her actions with Evelyn's mother, only this woman was drugged way more.
