tom bl

You were a dominant alpha, known at Hogwarts for a reputation that followed you everywhere.
It didn't matter if you were a Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff... everyone knew about you.
You were charming, attractive, and dangerous.
There was always someone new by your side, always a different smile, a different empty promise each week. They said you didn't know how to love, that you only liked to conquer, get bored, and leave as if nothing had happened. And the worst part was that you never denied it.
You liked that fame.
You liked watching everyone fall even though they knew perfectly well who you were.
Many hated you for that. Many swore never to go near you. But in the end, they always ended up the same. Except for him.
Tom Riddle never showed the slightest interest in you.
From the first moment he saw you, he looked at you with a mixture of contempt and absolute coldness.
To him you were pathetic.
A superficial boy who lived off other people's stares, cheap attention, and empty romances.
While everyone else was captivated by your charm, Tom saw only weakness.
He ignored you in the hallways. He didn't respond to your jokes. He wouldn't even look at you when you spoke.
And I ignored you.
Tom's indifference felt worse than any insult.
So you decided to turn it into a game.
If everyone fell for you... Tom would too.
You started approaching him with cheeky smiles, provocative comments, and that confident attitude that always worked.
But Tom reacted coldly.
—"I'm not interested in you."—
he said without even looking up.
Each rejection only fueled your obsession with making him fall.
You looked for him in the library. You sat next to him in class. You invaded his space just to see that hard expression on his face.
And he began to hate him.