𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 66

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

This chapter contains explicit content.
If this kind of scene makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand , I'll clearly mark the point where it begins so you can skip it without missing the rest.

It's the first time I've ever written something like this.
I approached it with care, and no small amount of hesitation , hoping to do justice to the moment without losing its weight.

Proceed only if you feel ready.
And, as always... thank you for reading!!!

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The dungeon corridor was shrouded in darkness.
No student seemed to be wandering around at that hour.
The silence was heavy , broken only by the quick, purposeful sound of footsteps echoing against the cold stone.

Sarah ignored the shiver running down her spine. It wasn't the cold that made her tremble, but a deeper chill that tightened around her chest like a vice.
Every fibre of her being screamed for her to stop, to turn back. But she didn't.

Fortunately for her, before the infamous fallout, Pansy had once whispered the password to the Slytherin common room.
The door opened with a faint, hissing sound, as if the stone serpent guarding it had stirred to let her pass.
She stepped inside without hesitation, finding it silent, almost deserted. For a moment, a thought slipped between the fury and the dread:
I shouldn't be here.

And yet, here she was. Surrounded by green and the weight of the Black Lake pressing in from beyond the walls.

She knew exactly where to find him.

She stopped in front of his door, heart pounding like a war drum in her chest.
She knocked once.
Then again.
And finally-

The door swung open.

A pair of eyes stared at her in the dimness, piercing, unreadable. For a second, he stood frozen, as if he couldn't quite tell whether she was real... or just a ghost conjured by his mind.

"What the hell are you doing here?"
His voice was low, sharp , and surprised.

She didn't answer. She walked in without waiting for an invitation.
The room was just as she remembered it: bare, obsessively tidy, the bed perfectly made, the floor spotless.
No signs of life , except for the steady breathing of the boy who lived there.

Tom closed the door slowly, never taking his eyes off her.
"By all means, come in," he muttered.

"I want answers." Sarah cut him off, fists clenched tightly at her sides, her knuckles pale with pressure.
"I want the truth."

He arched an eyebrow. "And what truth do you think you'll find here?"

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice.
"The one you never had the courage to tell me."
Her gaze didn't waver.
"Are you here to spy for him? To keep me in check? Because I want to hear it from you, Tom. No lies , not like last time."

A shadow passed over his face, but his expression remained unreadable.
"And what if I am?"

The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and the fire in her eyes ignited.
"Then say it."
She took a step forward.
"Look me in the eye and tell me this was all just a mission. That I mean nothing to you."

Tom studied her for a long moment, something unreadable flickering behind his gaze.
A silent war waged within him , deep-rooted and unrelenting, with no easy victory in sight.