~ Immortality unveiled ~Tom Riddle x Reader 🐍🌶

Chapter 2 ~ The Dark Arts ~

Important Note: 18+ / Contains domestic physical abuse!! 

~Updated!!~

*Eva's POV*

Deep asleep in my bed, I hear the irritating shrill of an alarm. Half-asleep, I mumble, "Theo... Theo..." My hand instinctively reaches out, nudging the empty space next to me. "Wake up... turn it off," I grumble. Groggily, I open one eye, only to find Theo, my husband, leaning against the headboard, gazing down at me. He's clearly been awake for a while, yet the alarm keeps blaring. I roll my eyes, annoyed, and turn away from him.

"When were you going to tell me?" His voice slices through the air, catching me off guard.

I sigh, knowing exactly what he's referring to. "Today. Really." I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake the tiredness away. The weight of his dark gaze presses on me. "Look, I fell asleep early, and you weren't here. Can we not make this into something it doesn't need to be?" I say, my voice edging toward irritation. His silence is cold, accusatory, as if I had been out all night causing trouble. Once, this would have hurt—knowing what he does when he's not home—but now, his absence is a relief.

I glance at him, arms crossed. "Are you at least happy for me?" I ask softly. "You know how much I've wanted this job since we graduated from Hogwarts."

He just rolls his eyes, stands up, and walks toward the bathroom. Typical. He never faces his problems head-on. It's been like this since we were seventeen, so why would it be any different now, ten years later?

Ugh. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. But he can't know that yet. If he does, he'll ruin everything, trap me in this hollow marriage for another decade. I pause, suddenly aware of the resentment swirling inside me toward someone I'm supposed to love. Is that okay? Love. I chuckle silently to myself. There was never love. It was an arrangement, a contract to preserve our bloodline.

Hah. Bloodline. As if I cared about that. They got what they wanted—a pure-blood union. But I'm done playing my part. By Merlin, I will never bear this man's child. I'd sooner eat a cursed broomstick and let it tear me apart from the inside.

The day drags on in tense silence. Theo won't say a word, making it seem like I'm the one who's done something wrong.

You're not in the wrong, I remind myself. You never were.

Finally, evening arrives, and I begin packing for my train to Hogwarts tomorrow. I've waited for this—this chance to start over, to finally leave Theo behind. Am I a terrible person for thinking this way? The doubts gnaw at me, but I push them aside.

As I pack, lost in my thoughts, I sense Theo standing in the doorway, watching me. I whirl around, my patience gone. "What?"

"You look... good," he says, his eyes sweeping over me as if his words could somehow fix everything. I shrug, turning back to my bags.

"Tell me something, Eva," he says, his voice low as he steps closer. "Why were you talking to Riddle the other day?"

What? My blood runs cold. Did he follow me? And how does he know about him?

"What—did you follow me, Theo?" I ask, disbelief coloring my tone.

"Answer me," he demands, his voice sharper now.

I narrow my eyes. "You're the one sneaking around at night, fooling around with anyone who'll have you, yet you're questioning me?" I spit, my anger flaring. His hand clamps down on my wrist suddenly, painfully. "You have no idea who he is," he hisses, his words carrying a dangerous weight.