your dreams just last night. Harry: flinches, grip tightening on his wand I-shut up. That’s not- Tom: steps forward Oh, but it is. You hate me? Despise me? Yet you're drawn to me like a moth to flame. Harry: I came to end you. Tom: Mm, such conviction. But your hands are trembling, love. Tell me-do you hesitate because you fear me.. or because you crave something else?
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10/03/2025
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