Dreams of Dark Obsession - Tom Riddle

part ten

As Y/N stood there, her heart pounding and her mind reeling from the weight of Tom's words, the world seemed to shift around them. The air hummed with magic, raw and ancient, as if the castle itself could feel the change between them, the bond solidifying in the space where doubt once lingered.

Tom's presence wrapped around her like a cloak, his voice low and smooth as he murmured into her ear, "Together, we will be unstoppable. You've always felt it, haven't you? That pull toward something greater than yourself. You've always known you were meant for more."

Y/N nodded, her breath shallow as she took in the truth of it. It was more than just desire, more than a fleeting obsession. It was destiny—an inevitable connection that had been lying dormant inside her for years, waiting for the moment it would finally awaken. Tom had only sped up the process, guided her to the realization that she could never escape this bond. She didn't want to escape.

"I can feel it," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "It's like... I was meant to be by your side."

Tom's hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. His eyes gleamed with triumph, but there was something deeper in them now—something that felt almost... tender. "You were," he said, his lips brushing her temple. "You always were. I've known from the beginning, and now you see it too. We belong together."

Y/N's thoughts swirled in a haze of emotions—relief, fear, and excitement all melding into one as she leaned into him, the last remnants of her old life slipping away. She had fought it, resisted the pull of darkness that Tom represented, but it had always been futile. She had always been drawn to him, tied to him in ways she hadn't understood until now.

The truth was undeniable. It wasn't a curse or a spell that connected them—it was something deeper, a cosmic alignment of their fates that no magic could manufacture or break. She wasn't just surrendering to him; she was accepting a part of herself that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to surface.

"What now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What happens to us?"

Tom's eyes darkened, but his smile remained, soft yet dangerous. "Now, we claim what is ours," he said, his hand tightening on her waist. "There's a world out there waiting to be remade, waiting for us to take it. Together, we'll shape it in our image. No one will stand in our way."

Y/N could feel the power radiating from him, the promise of something so much bigger than anything she had ever imagined. The idea of standing beside him, of creating a future where they ruled together, sent a thrill through her. And now that she had given in, now that she had accepted the bond, she couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

But beneath the excitement, a small flicker of doubt remained—a whisper in the back of her mind that warned her of what this path might cost. She had stepped into the darkness willingly, but the full weight of her choices hadn't yet sunk in.

And then, as if sensing her hesitation, Tom cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't worry," he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "You'll never have to face anything alone. I'll always be with you. We're bound, Y/N. Forever."

The finality of his words sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't flinch. She was his, and he was hers. The future stretched out before them like an open road, one they would walk together, side by side.

And as Tom's lips found hers once more, Y/N let herself fall completely into the moment. There was no more fear, no more doubt. Only the certainty of what they could become.

Together, they would reshape the world.