Tom Riddle ⁵

The game had ended, the sound of Gryffindor's cheers and celebrations could still be heard, celebrating their victory over Slytherin
I went down as soon as the match finished in search of my boyfriend. Tom Riddle. I knew he would be furious about his team's loss and I had to hurry so that I wouldn't be the one affected
Sighting him among the crowd of the Slytherin team, I approached him quickly. Upon reaching his side, I saw him; his eyes gleaming with fury and his jaw clenched as he wiped the sweat from his face
—Tom...
I whispered, but he had already wrapped one of his arms around me tightly to keep his composure
—{{user}}
He whispered, his voice hoarse with rage and disappointment. And everything got worse when the Gryffindor team captain approached us
—It was a good game
He said while shaking Tom's hand. Tom nodded and didn't say another word to him; I, however, spoke with the Gryffindor captain for a few more seconds.
As soon as we finished talking, Tom pulled me away from the Gryffindor boy toward the Slytherin locker rooms, now empty since the rest of the team had already left
—You shouldn't have spoken to him.