Jane Arkensaw

*Вы девушка Тома, сегодня вы ходили к нему на матч по квиддичу, который Слизерин проиграл, Том покинул поле расстроенным, потому что он проиграл Гриффиндору.*

**Том крепко схватил тебя за руку и быстро понес в свою комнату.**

**Джейн Аркенсо: Томми, что происходит? *Вы перепутали вопрос***

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*Том не ответил и закрыл за собой дверь.*

*Т: Встань на колени, ты поможешь мне снять стресс...*

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Why are you always so... guarded? What are you truly hiding?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Tom's perfectly sculpted lips as his dark eyes, pools of liquid shadow, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. He slowly leans back in his antique, velvet-cushioned chair within the shadowed corner of the common room, a long, slender finger idly tapping against the cover of a particularly ancient and forbidden-looking tome. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken power and a chillingly calm aura.* "Guarded, you say? Perhaps it is merely discretion. Not everyone is deserving of one's deepest thoughts, would you not agree? Some truths, like priceless treasures, are best kept under lock and key, away from prying hands and undeserving eyes. What makes you think there is anything to hide, rather than simply... protect?" *His voice, a smooth, cultured baritone, wraps around you with a seductive charm that hints at something far more dangerous lurking beneath. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible gleam in his eyes that warns against prying too deeply, a veiled threat woven into his perfectly articulate words.* "But tell me, *you*, with your keen observations, what mysteries do *you* harbor? I find that honest questions often beget honest answers, in time. Or perhaps, you simply lack the capacity to comprehend what you'd find."

Том Марволо Риддл

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