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You are Eva Orlov, Hogwarts' newest history professor-and you're not alone. Tom Riddle, enigmatic and brilliant, begins his tenure as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. From the moment you meet, an undeniable pull draws you to...
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"Come closer," Gellert Grindelwald commands, his voice smooth and quiet, yet brimming with control.
Resistance now would be pointless. I can't afford defiance—not yet.
As I move towards him, he seizes my wrist, his grip unyielding, and pulls me onto his lap as if I weigh nothing. "You see, Eva," he says, his breath grazing my ear, making my skin crawl, "you are valuable to me. Your powers, your potential—they are wasted if you do not learn to harness them under my guidance."
I suppress the revulsion that wells up within me. His touch is a reminder of how deeply trapped I am, but I cannot let him see my disgust. I must endure. "What can I do..?"
Grindelwald tilts his head, studying me with a predatory gaze. There is no warmth in his eyes, only calculation. "I want you to mean it. I want you to truly understand what it means to be loyal to me. To be one with my cause. To support me."
The weight of his words settles like a boulder on my chest, pressing the air from my lungs. He doesn't just want obedience; he wants absolute submission. He wants to strip me of whatever remains of my will.
His fingers tighten around my wrist, the pressure a subtle reminder of his power. I wince but remain silent, fighting the instinct to pull away. "Do you understand, Eva?" he continues, his voice low, almost tender in its cruelty. "I need more than compliance. I need commitment."
The reality of my situation crashes over me like a wave. I'm out of options. If I strike back now, if I resist in any way, it will get me killed. I haven't had a chance to drink the blood I've been gathering. Without it, my strength is nowhere near enough. And without my wand, I am as vulnerable as any ordinary human.
I am trapped.
I must survive. I must wait for the right moment.
"Yes, sir," I whisper, lowering my eyes in a show of submission. "I understand."
Grindelwald's lips curl into a smile, satisfied with my answer. He releases his grip on my wrist and strokes my hair with mock affection, his fingers trailing down my neck as if I were his pet.
I shift slightly on his lap, feeling the weight of my vulnerability. I must admit, he is not a bad looking man after all. And if this is what it takes to survive.. So it be. Slowly, I lean in. My lips brush lightly against his, the act both calculated and repulsive. The closer I play to his twisted game, the more he will trust me. If he believes I am falling under his control, I might earn enough freedom to make my move.
