O R P H I C. [Tom. R × Reader]

46. MERLIN.

I stand in front of my mirror in my bedroom. Tom said that he would stop by to get me just before the ball begins, so now I'm spending some time in solitude, something that doesn't really happen much in this room anymore.

I twist to the side, swishing my dress with my with my hands as I gaze at my own reflection. My eyes flick up to mine as I examine my own face. To think that I would end up here. To think that I would be so far back in the past, going to the ball with Tom Riddle.

I still look exactly the same, but if someone asked me if I felt the same too, I couldn't be so sure.

I never ever would have thought that I would become Tom Riddle's girlfriend. Even after I was tasked with stopping him from becoming the dark lord. I never would have thought it possible to achieve such a thing.

I brush my hands over my dress, placing my palm flat over my stomach, covering the tiny bump of my abdomen that shows through the fit of my dress. I'm not overweight in the slightest, but it still makes me sigh frustratedly.

"There's nothing to worry about, love," I jump in surprise, Tom's voice from behind startling me as his arms snake around my waist and rest on my hands that are still positioned over my stomach, "You're beautiful. You're perfect."

"Tom!! Don't do that!" I blush, embarrassed that he caught me being insecure about the smallest thing, "What if I was naked or something?"

He turns me around, arms still around my waist, his hands framing the small of my back as he gives me a look that says, "Really?" He looks absolutely flattering. His suit looks better on him than I could've imagined. And there's something about the way he's styled his hair that's especially charming. He looks utterly ravishing.

"And that would be an issue... because? We've bathed together, Y/n."

I blush even deeper, turning back towards the mirror, "Stop speaking now."

I watch our images in the mirror, watch as he tightens his hold around me and slots his chin over my shoulder before he pokes his nose into the crook of my neck, and I can't help but gasp at the feeling as he breathes in the smell of my perfume.

I watch as he moves to kiss the curve of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. He looks up at me in the mirror as he sinks his teeth gently into my soft skin, making me shudder with a quiet whimper. He breaks our eye contact when he buries his face into my shoulder, his hair brushing over my clavicle. I stare at myself, wide-eyed at his actions, bright tomato red even through my face of makeup.

"Salazar, Y/n," He groans. "We need to go, or else we may not make it to the ball at all tonight."

"T-Tom," I struggle, my racing thoughts making it hard to decipher anything I want to say. Would it even matter if we didn't go to the ball? If Tom took me right here right now... would the ball be so important?

MERLIN, Y/N!!! Get that out of your head!

I blink hard, bringing my imagination back to Earth.

"W-we better get going then," my voice shakes with the anticipation of the last few minutes.

"Mm, indeed. Are you prepared, my dear?" He spins me back around in his arms, gently pushing a few strands of hair from my face.

I nod, pulling away to put my shoes on. I stop in front of the mirror one last time to touch up my lipstick, then I notice the faint, purple mark that Tom had left when he'd borderline made love to my shoulder. I brush my fingers over it, about to reach for some powder to cover it up when Tom pulls my hand away, kissing the mark again.

"Let them see it. I want every single one of them to know who you belong to, Y/n."

"For the love of Merlin, Tom, you need to stop speaking," I shake off his words as he takes my hand and kisses it, feather light. Hopefully, no one would see the mark under the dull lighting anyway.