“Chin up, straighten your back!” Riddle ordered you as he corrected your posture. You couldn’t even tell if he was trying to find minuscule mistakes now since you’ve been to correct your posture for the past hour.

You weren’t sure if he was fond of you or that Riddle liked to pick on you—constantly aware of whatever you’re doing, making comments about your attire or even your studies!

It was flattering at first to have him dot on you, but isn’t this too much now? It felt controlling.