Darkest devotion

I'm **Evadne Snape**-raised in silence, taught to watch before I speak, and trained to keep my secrets locked behind my teeth.

Before Hogwarts ever whispered his name like a prayer, before students learned to step aside when he walked past... I already knew Tom Riddle.

I'd been seeing him for a year.

A year of stolen hours and quiet corners.
A year of him looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room worth studying.
A year of knowing the boy beneath the brilliance.

At school, he's untouchable-polished, perfect, feared.

With me... he's something else.

And the worst part?

I don't know if I'm the one thing keeping him human...
or the reason he'll finally let himself become a monster.