𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

The night was shrouded in darkness, a perfect setting for the twisted plan Tom Riddle and Matteo had devised.

Hidden in the shadows, Tom cast the Imperius Curse on an unsuspecting passerby, turning him into a puppet for their scheme.

For weeks, the innocent man followed and texted Y/N, growing more unsettling with each message.

One evening, as Y/N walked alone under the starry night, her phone buzzed with a message: "How beautiful you are under this starry night." She rolled her eyes, assuming it was Tom playing another one of his games.

She texted back, "Tom, when did you get so cringy?" Unbeknownst to her, the hooded figure in the dark corner continued to watch and wait.

Growing annoyed by the persistent messages, Y/N turned and spotted the hooded figure, his face hidden in the shadows. Her frustration boiled over as she approached him, pushing him forcefully.

"Tom, if this is you, I swear," she warned, but as the hood fell, it revealed a sinister smile that wasn't Tom's.

"Not Tom, sweetness," the stranger sneered. Y/N took a step back, realizing that this was no joke. Fear crept into her eyes as the hooded man spoke again, "What? are you scared or just disappointed?"

Panic set in, and Y/N turned to run. Her phone continued to ping with messages as the hooded figure chased her through the darkening streets.

In desperation, she threw her phone into a bush, the dim light making it hard to see in front of her. She called for help, the terror in her voice echoing through the night.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Tom stood under a nearby lamp post, watching the events unfold with a wicked grin.

As she ran towards the light, relief flashed across her face as she saw Tom waiting for her.

She engulfed him in a tight hug, burying her face in his chest. "Please help me, Tommy," she whispered, her fear evident.

Tom glanced up at the hooded stalker frozen in the distance.

"What did you do to my girlfriend?" Tom shouted, lifting his wand menacingly.

Y/N, too frightened to process the title he used, clung to him, wanting the threat to disappear.

She couldn't hear the conversation between Tom and the stalker, but suddenly, Tom whispered, "Close your eyes, my love." Y/N complied, feeling a surge of magic in the air.

Blocking out Toms words, "Avada Kedavra" as a green light illuminates through the air.

When she opened her eyes again, the hooded figure lay on the ground, dead.

"Please don't ever leave me again," Y/N whispered, her grip on Tom tightening.

A triumphant smirk crossed Tom's face as he held her close. The plan had worked, and he had finally succeeded in winning back the love he desired.