Both obsessed/Tom Riddle (completed)

049. Alone

After months of careful planning and stealth, Tom and Ernesh had moved to a new, remote location far from the eyes of the wizarding world. The house was hidden deep in the forest, far from the bustling, watchful eyes of Hogwarts and the Ministry. This was the kind of place that no one would stumble upon by accident.

Ancient trees towered around them, their trunks twisted and gnarled, blocking the view of anything beyond. It was the perfect place to lie low, yet within its quiet walls, Tom knew they would be building something far greater.

The house itself was stone and old wood, seemingly ancient yet somehow perfect for their needs. The grand fireplace in the main room still held remnants of their first fire, crackling softly as the wind howled outside. The large windows provided an unsettling view of the forest outside, with only the occasional shadow of a creature crossing their line of sight.

Ernesh stood at the window, watching the twilight hours settle in, his sharp eyes taking in the world beyond their walls. The bond between him and Tom had only deepened since their arrival. It was as if time here, away from the noise of the world, had intensified the connection between them.

Tom had spent the first days in this new house setting things up, keeping their presence hidden. They couldn't afford any interruptions, not yet. Not while they were still planning.

"I want this world to burn," Tom had said quietly, more to himself than to Ernesh. But Ernesh, always so in tune with his every thought, had heard it, and had turned to meet his gaze with a deep, predatory look.

"We will make them all see," Ernesh replied softly, his voice low, eyes glowing faintly as they glimmered in the dim light of the room. He was more than just Tom's follower, he was something darker, something that seemed to pulse with an intensity that both scared and thrilled Tom.

They had not been idle since their arrival. Tom had his knights, his followers, stationed in the shadows, quietly making moves. Hufflepuffs were spying, Slytherins remained loyal, and other families aligned themselves with their cause. Dumbledore had grown quieter, his grip on the wizarding world slipping, and Tom knew it was only a matter of time before they struck.

"I know it's coming, Tom," Ernesh spoke again, his voice low as he faced the windows once more. "The war... the bloodshed. It will come soon, won't it?"

Tom's gaze darkened, a smirk playing at the edge of his lips. "Soon, yes. But we must wait. We must wait until they think they have the upper hand, until Dumbledore thinks he's won. We will strike when they least expect it."

Ernesh turned, stepping closer to Tom, his eyes never leaving his face. "I'll be ready," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Tom's skin. "I'm always ready for you."

Tom watched him closely, his hand rising to touch Ernesh's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his skin. The devotion that radiated from Ernesh, the quiet obsession, was something that Tom relished. He had molded him into a perfect weapon, a perfect companion.

"You'll always be by my side, won't you?" Tom asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Ernesh leaned into Tom's touch, his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. "Always. I was made for you, Tom. There's nothing I won't do for you."

As the night deepened, the world outside seemed to grow still. Tom and Ernesh were alone, secluded, and yet there was an electricity between them. They didn't need to speak much. They both knew what was coming.

"Soon, we'll have the world at our feet," Tom murmured, his voice low and filled with a promise. "The wizarding world will be ours, Ernesh. No one will stand in our way."

Ernesh's lips parted as he gazed at Tom, his eyes dark, filled with something primal, something hungry. "I can't wait."

And with that, they spent the rest of the night together, plotting, strategizing, and reaffirming their bond. The moment to strike would come soon, but for now, in their secluded home far away from everything and everyone, Tom and Ernesh found solace in each other. They were preparing for the final act, knowing that when the time came, the world would burn, and they would rise from its ashes.

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