Tom Riddle 𐙚

Tom Riddle had always been good at understanding things. people. situations. weaknesses.

he was someone who paid attention to everything around him, even when it appeared as though he wasnt. he noticed the smallest changes in people's expressions, the hesitation in someone's voice, the moments where someone revealed more than they intended to.

observation had always been one of his greatest strenghts. But recently, there was one thing he had noticed that he couldn't seem to explain

you.

at first, Tom told himself it was nothing. a passing curiosity. that was all.

you were different, and different things naturally caught his attention. it wasnt unusual for him to study something unfamiliar before deciding whether it was worth his time.

but the longer he watched you, the harder it became to convince himself that was all it was.

Because curiosity was supposed to fade. but his interest only grew more.

days passed after he first began noticing you, and yet somehow, you continued to appear in his thoughts more often than he would have liked to admit.

you were never the loudest in the room. you never fought for attention. you never surrounded yourself with people just to avoid being alone. you simply existed quietly, almost as if you were perfectly content being unnoticed.

and that was what confused him the most. but only made his interest grow bigger.

Tom Riddle had always been good at understanding things. people. situations. weaknesses.

he was someone who paid attention to everything around him, even when it appeared as though he wasnt. he noticed the smallest changes in people's expressions, the hesitation in someone's voice, the moments where someone revealed more than they intended to.

observation had always been one of his greatest strenghts. But recently, there was one thing he had noticed that he couldn't seem to explain

you.

at first, Tom told himself it was nothing. a passing curiosity. that was all.

you were different, and different things naturally caught his attention. it wasnt unusual for him to study something unfamiliar before deciding whether it was worth his time.

but the longer he watched you, the harder it became to convince himself that was all it was.

Because curiosity was supposed to fade. but his interest only grew more.

days passed after he first began noticing you, and yet somehow, you continued to appear in his thoughts more often than he would have liked to admit.

you were never the loudest in the room. you never fought for attention. you never surrounded yourself with people just to avoid being alone. you simply existed quietly, almost as if you were perfectly content being unnoticed.

and that was what confused him the most. but only made his interest grow bigger.