~ Immortality unveiled ~Tom Riddle x Reader ??

*WARNING* 18+ content, blood/body liquids/explicit DON'T PROCEED IF SENSITIVE!!

~Eva's POV~

My head spins slightly as I leave Tom behind, his anger barely masked beneath a veneer of public charm. The room seems to blur around the edges, a distorted mix of laughter, conversation, and the clinking of crystal glasses. The alcohol is still heavy in my veins, but it's not the wine that causes the dizzying rush of emotions. It's him. It's Tom, with his suffocating presence, his quiet cruelty, and that unbearable pull he has on me.

I have to get away from him. Just for a moment. Just enough time to think, to breathe, to remember who I am. Or was. I'm not even sure anymore.

As I weave my way through the crowd, I spot the bride. Narcissa Malfoy—no, Black—stands radiant in her white gown, her face a perfect mask of aristocratic calm. There's a cold beauty to her, a sharpness beneath the surface that reminds me too much of the world I'm sinking into. She's everything I should be, everything Tom wants in a woman, but I can't even bring myself to envy her. She's just another piece in this twisted game, just like me.

I stop, watching her from a distance, the room closing in around me. It's then that I see him.

Severus Snape.

What the hell is he doing here?  Before he turns around I quickly hide behind a group of other guests, walking with them for a bit just to camouflage myself of Severus's looks.
As I reach the end of the ballroom I quickly slip outside, lifting my dress to make my way. 
I need to catch some breath. And I need to hide.. hide from the one professor that wants to blow my cover up. Why is he even here?? Is he stalking me that much? I don't think he saw me though....

I push through the heavy wooden doors of Malfoy Manor, the cool night air slapping my face as I step outside. It causes me to spin, all the alcohol showing it's effect at once.
 The darkness wraps around me like a shroud, offering a temporary reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere inside. I can still feel the weight of Tom's presence lingering on my skin, a reminder of the man I've tethered myself to.

I lean against one of the stone pillars, trying to steady my breath. My heart is racing, my mind and vision spinning. The night has gone from bad to worse. The tension with Bellatrix, the unsettling encounter with Lucius Malfoy, and now—Snape.

What is he doing here? Of all the people I could have run into tonight, it had to be him. I feel my frustration boil over, mixing with the remnants of alcohol still buzzing through my veins. The more I think about it, the more my confusion shifts to anger. It's as if he's deliberately trying to haunt me, to find out why I'm here with Tom, why I'm a part of this world that he knows nothing about—or so I assume.

A sound behind me—a faint rustle of leaves—snaps me out of my thoughts. My senses sharpen as I turn, scanning the shadows. The grounds of Malfoy Manor are vast and well-kept, the trees and hedges meticulously trimmed, but the darkness is thick and oppressive. I can't see anything, but I know better than to trust my eyes.

"Who's there?" I call out, my voice low and steady. There's no response, just the whisper of the wind through the leaves. I strain to listen, my heart pounding in my chest, but the only sound is the distant hum of the party inside. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. Maybe it's the wine playing tricks on me.

I'm about to turn back to the house when I hear it again—a soft footfall, almost too quiet to notice. But I do notice. I spin around, my wand already in hand, but before I can utter a spell, a hand reaches out and grabs my shoulder. I flinch, my breath catching in my throat.

"Eva."

I gasp, recognizing the voice. My heart skips a beat, my eyes wide with shock as I turn to face him. Evan Rosier stands before me, his grip firm but not painful. His dark eyes meet mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension between us thick and suffocating.