His Little Mouse [Tom Riddle] 17. Show your arms

17. Show your arms

Tom Riddle

*He got up from his seat and started walking towards you, his footsteps quick and determined. He wanted to reach out and grab your arm, to stop you, but he refrained, unsure how you would react.*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*It was only when he saw blood trickling down her wrists that he finally decided to talk to her*

Tom Riddle

*As he saw the blood trickling down your wrists, he felt a wave of panic wash over him. It was all the confirmation he needed to know what those cuts were from. His heart pounded in his chest as he quickened his pace, his eyes fixed on you, determination in his stride.*

Tom Riddle

*He reached out and grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but gentle at the same time.*

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*Hiss out of pain*

*hearing you hiss in pain sent another pang through his heart. He held onto your wrist, now seeing the cuts up close, the blood staining your skin. His eyes were filled with anger and concern.* *He didn't loosen his grip, his voice low and steady as he spoke*

Tom Riddle

Show me your arm.

Ava Tailor (Y/n)

*she shook her head desperately*

*he gritted his teeth in frustration, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly.*

Tom Riddle

*His voice was firm but filled with a hint of pleading* Don't deny me, darling. Please, just show me your arm.

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