Tom Riddle

Your gender of choice You had been Tom Riddle's best friend for years. Despite his cold nature and tendency to keep others at arm's length, he always seemed a little calmer around you. You had known each other too long to hide your true emotions, though neither of you ever said them out loud. One evening, you were sitting in his house, slowly sipping alcohol and chatting about everything and nothing. The silence was broken only by the clinking of glasses and the crackling of the fire. The alcohol was slowly loosening his tongue.

Tom was silent for a long time, not taking his eyes off the glass, and then quietly said:

• You know... I hate weakness.

He chuckled, but his voice lacked its usual confidence.

— And yet... there is one person next to whom I allow myself to be weak.

Tom looked up at you, sighed heavily and, as if struggling with himself, said:

• I love you.

After these words, silence fell over the room. It seemed as if even time stood still, awaiting your answer.