SoulBound~T.R

"You should be grateful," his voice slithered through her mind, deep and sharp, each word carrying an unmistakable weight. Anastelle's grip tightened on her wand, the long, dark wood of it trembling in her hand. She could feel him there, just beyond the veil of her consciousness, his presence pressing against her thoughts like a shadow too large to escape.

"I'm not grateful, Riddle," she whispered, though the words felt foreign on her tongue. The connection between them, fragile and insistent, sent a shiver down her spine.

She could hear him smile, even if she couldn't see it. "Then you're a fool, just like the rest. But perhaps," his tone shifted, darker now, like a storm building just on the horizon, "you'll learn what it means to be powerful. To own that power. You and I... we are not so different."

Anastelle's silver eyes glinted with something unreadable. "Don't mistake me for you," she muttered, her voice steady, though inside she could feel her magic swirling, responding to the proximity of his soul.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, he spoke, his voice softer, almost coaxing. "We both know, Anastelle... you and me, are one."