Seraphina, Always| Tom Marvolo Riddle[Coming Soon]

Seraphina Malfoy moved like winter light - soft, pale, and sharp at the edges.
A year younger than her cousins Abraxas and Octavia, she was the stillness between storms, the quiet at the spine of a spell. Unlike the others who bore the Malfoy name like a crown of thorns, Seraphina carried hers like a sealed letter - dignified, untouched, unread.

Tom Riddle watched her as one might watch a mirror in a dark room - drawn not to her face, but to what might be reflected back.
She was not power-hungry, not cruel, not afraid.
She was curious - and worse, she was kind.

They found each other in the margins: between the pages of books no one borrowed, beneath the ticking of clocks in empty classrooms, through glances too fleeting to name.
His charm was a blade.
Her silence, a binding spell.

She was the question he could not answer.
He was the truth she tried not to speak aloud.

And as the darkness curled around him like smoke from a sacred fire, Seraphina stood at the threshold - not his savior, not his judge, only the one who saw him clearly and stayed too long.

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