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Some stories begin with love. Yours began with rules. There were no dates, no labels, and no promises—just stolen nights, whispered conversations, and a secret neither of you would ever admit to. Tom Riddle insisted it was nothing more than an arrangement. But the more he denied having feelings, the harder it became to ignore the jealousy in his eyes whenever someone else got too close. And as you grew tired of being his secret, one question remained: would he finally choose you… or let his pride cost him everything?