You're lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Your thumb moves on autopilot—double tapping memes, skipping stories, the usual late night routine.

Then a notification pops up.

tomriddle started following you.

You blink. Stare at the screen.

Tom Riddle. Head Boy. Prefect. The guy who looks at people like they're particularly boring research papers he's already read. The guy with like, twelve followers max, and half of those are probably burner accounts.

And he just followed you.

Your phone buzzes again.