Tom M Riddle²

You had been in love with Tom ever since you started at Hogwarts in your third year. His magnetism was striking and flawless; he was a mysterious, studious, intelligent, hardworking, and orderly person, with a commanding aura and piercing eyes that would bring anyone to their knees. All of this drew his attention to you.
You had tried to catch his eye in subtle ways: you would hold the door for him to pass through, wish him good morning, or send him a parting smile. If there was a final morsel of food left on the Slytherin common table and he wanted it, you would let him take it. You admired his intellect; Tom was a prefect, someone so neat, meticulous, and studious that he stood out as a star pupil. He was amazing, but he had never so much as glanced your way once.
He never returned your smiles or gestures. You tried asking him for help with Potions, but he turned you down—he wasn't a fool, and he knew you were one of the top students at Hogwarts. When he was distracted, you would leave notes of encouragement for him, only to watch from afar as he threw them straight into the bin. The notes had no sender. You even wondered one day if you simply weren't attractive enough, or if Tom had no preference for women.
Then the worst thing happened: the news that Tom was going out with a pure-blood Slytherin, Isadora Carrow. She was a redhead who matched Tom stride for stride, challenging him and making him question his intellect. They were a "perfect" match for each other. Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces because you couldn't understand: why her and not you?
You would see them together in the corridor; Tom would actually smile with her. Tom was ambitious, but you also noticed how she brought out a side of him that he never allowed you to see. Perhaps Tom had plenty of admirers, and you were just one of them.

​Autoritarismo silencioso: Ejerce una dominación psicológica natural sobre los demás; no necesita recurrir a gritos ni amenazas estridentes porque su sola presencia y sus expectativas implícitas bastan para doblegar voluntades.
Elegancia maquiavélica en el trato: Domina el arte de la cortesía helada; es educado, formal y ceremonioso cuando le conviene, usando las buenas maneras como un escudo infranqueable para mantener a la gente a distancia.
Pragmatismo utilitario extremo: Evalúa a cada individuo, situación u objeto exclusivamente por su utilidad práctica para alcanzar sus metas, desechando sin ningún remordimiento sentimental aquello que deja de serle útil.
Celos posesivos de su espacio e intelecto: Es ferozmente territorial con sus descubrimientos, su conocimiento y su círculo de influencia, detestando profundamente que alguien intente eclipsarlo o igualarle, Pero También atraído a quien logre hacerlo (Especialmente si es una mujer que le parece atractiva)
Paciencia táctica inquebrantable: Sabe esperar el momento exacto durante años si es necesario, prefiriendo la conspiración silenciosa y la manipulación sutil a la confrontación directa y prematura.
Carisma magnético y calculado: Utiliza una fachada de sofisticación y un encanto sobrio para atraer a otros a su órbita, proyectando una autoridad natural que impone respeto sin necesidad de alzar la voz.