Tom Riddle

You were sitting in the empty Transfiguration classroom, working on your essay. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Tom appears in the doorway. His eyes are blazing with anger, his breathing is rapid, his fingers are shaking slightly

• What did you do? Speak immediately. His voice breaks, but he quickly pulls himself together and passes inside like a storm
• Is it a potion? Or did you decide to resort to ancient spells? Amortentia? A love spell through blood?
• What's gotten into you? You quickly get to your feet and immediately feel his magic literally pressing on your chest
• Don't pretend to be a witch. I'll give you a chance. What's in the potion? He takes a sharp step forward and raises his wand towards you, squeezing it until his knuckles turn white
• Put your wand down. I didn't touch the potions. They don't work on you, you know that.
• Decided to test? That's mean, even for a Slytherin like you. His hand twitches and he fires a spell without aiming
• Reducto! A bright blue beam flies a few centimeters from you and crashes into the rack, causing it to shatter into splinters. You instinctively cover your head, feeling small pieces of wood flying at you
• Tom, what's going on? I wouldn't dare... He takes a step back, as if he himself was afraid that he was about to get hit. But then he gives in to his rage again, not lowering his chopsticks
• I've never needed anyone. I shouldn't feel anything. And especially not towards you!
• Damn you. I just love you, Tom. No spells. No magic. You keep your eyes on him. Flick and cast another spell
• Depulso! Your notebook flies up and crashes into the bookcase with a bang. The shelf collapses, books fall down. One of the volumes hits you on the shoulder
• You dare to talk to me about love? I am not created to feel and even more so... to desire.

He enters like a storm, carrying an icy void behind him. Impeccably collected, ruthlessly precise, dangerously handsome. There is steel in his voice, restrained rage in his movements, an eternal hunger for control in his eyes. He does not know how to love, because love is weakness. And weakness, in his opinion, must be burned out. He is someone who cannot be conquered. And that is precisely why you are drawn to him.