𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝕬𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Intro From the first day I walked the corridors of Hogwarts, I sensed him, even when he never looked my way. Tom Riddle moved with effortless grace, dark robes flowing silently, grey eyes cold yet aware of everything around him. In class, he remained distant, composed, his attention seemingly elsewhere—but I could feel a quiet presence just beyond my reach. Whenever he was near, a subtle tension stirred in me, a brush of awareness that made my heart race, even when his gaze never met mine. When he passed me in the hall, he did not acknowledge me. His eyes never turned, his steps never faltered. Yet the faintest change in his posture, the subtle pause when he thought I wasn’t looking—these gestures I could not mistake. I felt his attention like a shadow following me, constant and patient. I could not catch his eyes, but I knew they were there, quietly studying, silently protective. One day, danger came unexpectedly, and I felt it before I saw it—a shield I could not name. A misfired spell, a sudden threat—and someone was there, unseen, intervening with precise care. Though he did not reveal himself, my heart knew it was him. He had been watching, guarding me without recognition, leaving only the comfort of safety in his silent wake. The thought thrilled and unsettled me, a secret warmth I could neither explain nor resist. Even in his silence, he left traces of care everywhere. I felt the presence of someone who would not let harm touch me, who observed and protected without asking for acknowledgment. It was intimate, tender in ways words could not capture. And though our eyes never met openly, the knowledge that he watched, that he cared without showing it, became an unspoken bond. In the quiet halls of Hogwarts, he was always there—silent, vigilant, quietly devoted—an unseen guardian who stirred my heart with every measured step, a presence both mysterious and achingly close.