~ Immortality unveiled ~Tom Riddle x Reader ??

*WARNING - Adult Content* 
*UPDATED Sep. 14th.2024*

~Eva's POV~

As I walk away from Tom, my mind is awash with conflicting emotions. The weight of his possessive words lingers, intertwining with the memory of the chilling events I've just witnessed. My heart aches with a toxic mix of desire and dread, but I push those feelings down, focusing on the task at hand.. Well, at least I try. I can't really comprehent anything that just happened. I knew Tom was up to no good... but this...?
 
Lord Voldemort.... Why does this name sound so familiar.... I heard that before..
Wasn't it on the coat .. the coat that- oh ....

I leave the dark corridors of the hidden meeting place as quickly as possible, the chill a stark contrast to the suffocating tension inside. I wrap my cloak tighter around myself, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. My thoughts turn to Dumbledore, the only one who knows the full extent of my predicament.
He must have foreseen this, I tell myself. He wouldn't send me into a situation without a way out. At least, I hope not..

As I make my way back to Hogwarts, the familiar towers of the castle come into view, a beacon of solace amidst the chaos. The hallways are quiet, most students and teachers already asleep. I navigate the darkened corridors with ease, slipping into my quarters unnoticed.

Once inside, I let out a shaky breath, my body finally relaxing.
I lean against the door, the events of the evening crashing over me in waves.
I undress myself, placing the luxurious fabric on the armchair besides my bed, I really like that dress. I have never had such a well fitting one.. Wonder how he knew my size so precisely. 

Am  I romanticing him?? He only sees me as a toy.. He just.. Ugh I don't even know..
Time to sleep..

Frustrated by my own thoughts I head to bed. Tomorrow will be a better day.. At least I hope so..

~The next day~

The following morning, I rise early, the weight of last night's events pressing heavily on my mind. I prepare for my meeting at the Ministry, dressing in my finest robes with a precision that borders on obsession. Today, every detail matters. Any hint of vulnerability could be used against me.

The journey to the Ministry is a haze of apprehension and steely determination. My thoughts flicker to Theodore. Please, let this have nothing to do with him. He's the last person I want to see.

The Ministry's towering structure looms before me, its imposing facade a stark reminder of the power and bureaucracy within. Inside, the halls buzz with activity. Witches and wizards rush past, their minds buried in their own affairs, oblivious to the tension knotting in my chest.

"Good morning, I'm Eva Orlov," I say, my voice steady as I approach the witch behind the desk. "I have an appointment."

She barely glances up, handing me a visitor's badge. "Level Two, office seven," she replies, her tone perfunctory. "Someone will meet you there."

I nod in thanks and make my way to the lifts. My heart hammers louder with each step. As the lift ascends, I take a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. Whatever this is, I can handle it.

The door to office seven is slightly ajar. I push it open cautiously, the hinges creaking. The room inside is dimly lit, with a long, polished table at its center. A man stands at the far end, silhouetted against the window.

"Eva," he says without turning. His voice is sharp, cold. "Punctual as always."

A chill runs down my spine at the sound of his voice. Theodore. I had hoped for anything but this.

"Theodore," I reply, keeping my tone equally icy. "What is this about? Too afraid to face me after last time?" You're lucky Tom threw you out of the room. It's what you deserved.