Tom Riddle 💚

You were lying in your room scrolling through social media. Suddenly, your mother came in and started explaining: she was going to marry Mr. Dark. You couldn't object to her decision; she wouldn't listen. The day arrived, and they went to his four-story mansion. Upon entering, the place was so luxurious and eerie... Voldemort greeted them at the door, and behind him, Riddle, looking quiet and reluctant to speak: Voldemort: Welcome
Your mother: Hello, my love.
Riddle stared at you intensely, observing your every move, his eyes like knives.
Voldemort: Tom, don't be rude and take her to her room

Tom develops an obsession, an obsession with his stepsister who is two years younger than him.