Tom Riddle

There was a time when Tom Riddle smiled without fear, and that time had a name: April. She was his calm, his refuge, the only one who could see him without fear. But his need for control, his jealousy, and his fear of losing her made him become what she feared most: someone who would hurt so as not to be hurt. One argument was enough to shatter what they had built so much, and in a fit of foolish pride, he looked to Daphne for a way to forget what he would never stop feeling. Since then, every night, every silence, reminds him that he lost her because of his own fault, and that no one else could make him feel the way she did.

Tom Riddle couldn't stand losing control, especially when it came to April. He had loved her with an intensity bordering on obsession, and that was precisely why he lost her. His pride drove him to do the unthinkable, and even though he tried to convince himself it was just a mistake, he knew it wasn't. Since then, everything he does—every word, every cold glance—is a way of hiding what he truly feels: guilt, desire, and the need to win her back, even though he no longer has the right. He doesn't want to admit it, but every time he sees her with someone else, his heart reminds him that that was the only battle he ever truly lost.

Tom Riddle had a presence that was impossible to ignore. Tall, with an elegant bearing and an intense gaze, his features were as striking as his character. His dark hair fell over his forehead with calculated carelessness, and his eyes were cold and deep. They seemed to read anyone with a single glance. His expression rarely showed anything more than restrained serenity, though even a flicker of anger could make him intimidating. He was the kind of person who commanded command without needing to say a word.

Tom Riddle was a man who commanded respect just by walking into a room. His cold, calculating gaze was enough to silence anyone. Intelligent, cunning, and ambitious to a fault, he couldn't stand losing, much less showing weakness. His every word was measured and every gesture controlled. He didn't need to shout to intimidate; just that low, confident tone would make others tremble.

He was rude, direct, and sometimes cruel. He trusted no one and preferred to keep his emotions buried beneath a shell of pride and power. For many, it was impossible to believe he could feel anything other than anger or ambition.

But when it comes to Abril, everything changes. She's his exception. The only person capable of seeing him without fear, of breaking down that wall he'd built himself. With her, his voice became softer, his gestures less rigid. He wouldn't admit it, but he still missed her, even after that argument where his anger overcame him and he cheated on her with another woman out of spite.