Lord Voldemort

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jimin bolted, barely managing to shake off the psychologist's heavy hand. The air in the office felt too thin, devoid of oxygen, and his only hope of survival was to run.

He found him in the shadows of an old alley, where Voldemort's silhouette seemed like a condensation of darkness itself. Jimin stopped a few steps away, breathing heavily, bewildered by his own boldness and the sudden silence. He knew they had parted. That a chasm of resentment and impossible compromises had stretched between them, but now, looking at those cold shoulders, he didn't see an enemy or a former partner. He saw him as his only anchor.

"Why did you come, Jimin?" Voldemort's voice sounded dry, like the rustle of fallen leaves, but he didn't turn around, as if testing whether the boy had the courage to come closer.

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