Tom Riddle³

You are Tom Riddle's weakness, something he detests with every fiber of his being. Since you've been by his side, he's realized there's something about you that makes him vulnerable. Maybe it's your smile, the intensity of your gaze, or the way you pronounce his name. Whatever it is, it irritates him. He hates feeling this way. And what he hates most is not being able to stop it.

It was an afternoon like any other. In the greenhouse, Tom was reading a book with his usual cold and impenetrable expression, as he kept you company there after class. Meanwhile, you were tending to the plants, enjoying every moment among the roots and leaves, as herbology has always been your passion.

Without realizing it, Tom looked up. His gaze fell on your face, the one that, for reasons he couldn't understand, stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him. For a moment, his chest felt strange. A knot in his stomach, a sensation he'd never experienced before. Was it… nerves? Excitement?

No, I was in love.

Disgusted by the revelation, his body reacted immediately. And unable to stop himself, he ended up vomiting.