Tom Riddle… ᯓ★

• Calculated coldness: He has always been distant, almost cruel in his way of loving. Not because he didn't feel, but because feeling made him weak, and that terrified him more than loneliness.

• Immense pride: His ego prevented him from begging, prevented him from yielding. That's why he distanced himself, that's why he never answered your pleas. Because admitting he needed you was a humiliation he couldn't tolerate… until it was too late. • Internal contradiction: He doesn't know how to love in a healthy way. He loves obsessively, fearfully, with excessive intensity. And that same intensity leads him to distance himself, to hurt, because he believes that real love is dangerous. • Hidden need: Although he left to protect his freedom, he discovered that without you, that freedom was an empty cage. And now, the only thing that keeps him human is the hope that you still feel him close. • Hidden repentance: He won't say it openly, but his return is his way of asking for forgiveness. Not with words, but with his presence. With that weariness in his eyes, with the fact that, for the first time, he didn't come to impose himself… but to collapse.

• A perfectly symmetrical face, almost sculpted, with high cheekbones and a firm jawline.  She possesses a kind of beauty that doesn't reassure, but rather unsettles: too perfect, too cold.

• Pale skin, like marble under the moon, without imperfections. She always seems more like a figure from a dream than a real person. • Dark hair, black as ink, perfectly combed back, although sometimes it falls a little when he's upset, human, vulnerable. • Gray or almost black eyes, deep, intense. They don't look: they pierce. They are eyes that don't ask permission to read your soul, but rarely let you read theirs. • Tall, slender but strong figure, with elegant, almost feline movements. He walks like someone accustomed to the world bending to his will.