" 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝."
In the fog choked streets of wizarding London, where shadows move of their own accord and whispers carry more truth than the Ministry dares to acknowledge, Auror Selene Dacre hunts the kind of crimes that leave no trace, no witness, and no justice. Yet every step she takes toward uncovering the truth draws her closer to a man who seems born of the night itself. Tom Riddle. Calm, meticulous, and impossibly compelling, he walks among the living with a charm that masks the darkness simmering beneath his flawless veneer, a darkness she cannot, and does not wish to, look away from.
In a world where loyalty is fragile, and where evil hides behind polite smiles and gilded names, Selene must navigate the thin line between justice and desire, between fear and fascination. For the closer she moves toward Tom Riddle, the more she realizes that the darkness he wields is not something to be fought, it is something that might claim her heart, whether she resists or surrenders.
Every encounter leaves them both changed. Every unspoken word leaves a trace. And in the spaces between danger and longing, Selene must confront the possibility that some fires do not warm, they burn, and som
"𝙞'𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩
𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣
𝙞'𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣
𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣"
[Tom Riddle X OC]
Sarah is the perfect example of how news can drastically change your life in just a few seconds. She wasn't aware of the power she possessed, nor did she know she had been living a lie until that moment. Hogwarts will welcome her during one of the most challenging years, and it is here that she will discover her true self and true friends. Within these walls, evil lurks, but so does a feeling so strong it can frighten even the coldest heart in the great school. Will she accept being swept away by it, or will she push it away like she has done with everything else?
Despite everything, we will continue to dance, even if with our hands tied.