Amber aroma is often described as a warm, sweet, rich fragrance.
Its unique woody and resinous scent often gives people an ancient and mysterious feeling.
Now, the originally deep and lingering smell filled the small space of the bathroom. Tom clenched the skin on the back of his neck, but the pheromones still continued to flow out.
He has reached the susceptible period early.
Because of that damn omega!
A violent red light flashed in the dark eyes, and soon turned into a wet flow in the collapsing dark pool.
He couldn't stay here, Tom thought.
Alphas in the susceptible period cannot vent their emotions, and without suppressing potions, they are likely to go into shock due to loss of control of consciousness and restlessness in their bodies.
Even death.
Thinking of this, Tom hurriedly opened the bathroom door, his trembling fingertips making his movements a little flustered.
He left during class, and there was no one in the castle at the moment. The boy strode up the spiral staircase towards the Slytherin common room.
Being a cautious person, Tom placed two bottles of brewed suppression potion in the prefect's dormitory in case of emergency.
The candlelight flickered on the stone walls on both sides. The few people in the common room raised their eyes curiously, then lowered their heads indifferently and continued to do their own things.
Tom's messy hair blocked his vision. He remained expressionless and quickened his pace back to the dormitory. When he noticed someone in front of him, it was too late to avoid them.
The force of the collision caused the boy's unsteady steps to stagger a little.
The next second, the arms tightened around his waist, holding him steady.
"What are you doing?"
Tom looked up and met the pair of curious golden eyes.
"Get out of the way."
His tone was cold, with some gasps in it.
Riddle didn't want to get too entangled with Leviathan under such circumstances. His confused thoughts prevented him from thinking about why he met her in the men's dormitory.
Tom straightened up and tried to break free from her control, but the girl's grip was incredibly strong and he couldn't break free. Blair calmly looked at the pair of black eyes that were filled with anger.
"I repeat, get out of the way—"
The unfinished warning was strangled in his hand.
In the darkness, Tom only felt himself stumbling and falling on the bed, and the soft satin wrapped him.
Then a slender figure pressed down, and his wrist was lifted above his head by a hand.
"Dear Prefect Riddle, do you need any help?"
Facing the smiling Blair at this moment, the danger warning made his fever-fuzzy mind briefly clear up a little, and Tom tried to break free.
"Leviathan! Let go!" he roared angrily.
The golden glow creates an oppressive feeling in the dim room.
"Let me go, Leviathan. I will forgive you for your previous offense."
Tom suppressed the feeling of nausea, tried to calm his disordered breathing and spoke.
Blair's mouth curled up, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist as he moved under the pillow and tried to pick up the wand.
"You can hold me to account, Tom."
"I'd love to have it be a connection between us."
The nonchalant tone successfully aroused Tom's anger. He looked at the girl viciously, as if he wanted to give her a hundred heart-wrenching blows.
…
Her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and tears dripped from the corners of her eyes.
Like a pearl.
…
The mermaid darted past, leaving a trace outside the glass window before quickly disappearing. Her narrow golden pupils narrowed slightly, and in the dim room, they were actually brighter than at the beginning.
Weakness of soul brings mental fatigue.
After a few cleaning spells, everything was instantly restored to cleanliness.
Blair straightened her robes, stood up, and placed the Potions homework that she was going to give to the prefect on the bedside table.
Her eyes unconsciously fell on the person in the quilt. The girl gently relaxed her frown, turned around and left the dormitory.
After several days of drizzle, the weather turned cold and a cold winter wind blew.
The Herbology class was held in a warm, enclosed shed high up in the castle. Professor Ida Smith was holding up a pink bubble pod and explaining what to learn today.
"You can put them in the soil first and then apply dragon manure."
"Pay attention to the children. Don't overeat them. Leave enough space for them to breathe."
The students followed the steps repeated by the teacher. Ada walked slowly to their side and observed the planting situation. When she saw the excellent results, she couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.
Suddenly, the female professor paused.
The black-haired girl casually fiddled with the tools in her hand, and Ada noticed that her left hand was still wearing a black glove.
"Miss Leviathan." Ada noticed Blair's distraction, "If you have any difficulties with planting, you can come to me."
"Yes, Professor."
Blair came back to his senses and responded with a smile.
At this time, the classroom door was pushed open and a gust of cold wind blew in, causing many students near the door to complain.
Tom Riddle walked in with a pale face, and his eyes looked at Professor Ada with apology.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I'm late." His voice was particularly hoarse.
Ada looked at the boy who came late, her eyes a little surprised and her tone gentle.
"It's okay, Mr. Riddle, please find a seat as soon as possible."
The greenhouse was almost full of students. Tom frowned, walked to the empty space in the last row, nodded politely to Ada, and picked up the tools on the table.
He didn't glance around at all the time.
Professor Ada, who saw this scene, looked at the two students in confusion. Blair still had the same indifferent expression as before, and Tom looked at the bean pods on the table seriously.
It's very normal and in line with their class status.
What's a bit weird is that when the two of them stood together, the air around them seemed to freeze a little.
It was as if there was a layer of air between the other friendly and cheerful students, and they didn't say a word to each other throughout the entire class.
"Okay, kids, today's class ends here. get out of class dismissed."
As the bell rang, everyone walked out of the greenhouse with scarves wrapped tightly around their necks. The biting cold wind still made people shiver.
Tom was about to leave when he was suddenly pulled by a force. He subconsciously wanted to resist, but was forced to stop.
When everyone had dispersed, he turned around, holding his wand.
The gentle mask was torn off, and the stern black pupils were left with only heart-pounding cold hatred, and the pale face was wrapped in a scarf.
Tom frowned and flinched when Blair reached up to cup her hand over his cheek.
"roll."
His golden pupils dimmed slightly, but Blair still placed his hand on it without changing his expression.
While struggling, the warm touch from the palm of his hand flowed into every part of his body, and his soul seemed to be ironed by the warm sunshine, feeling particularly comfortable.
His originally cold and pale face regained its color.
Then Blair put down her hand. Her indifferent gaze lingered on the face for a few seconds. She raised her leg and was about to leave, but stopped when she heard a sudden sound from behind.
"I will kill you, Leviathan."
Riddle's voice was deep, as if he was stating a fact.
The girl turned around with a smile. She held Huinuan's fingers and put them to her lips, looking at the expressionless boy provocatively with gentle and affectionate eyes.
The surroundings were strangely quiet, and the air gradually became stagnant.
"I'll be expecting you, Tom."
A gentle kiss is also a call to arms.