He tried so hard to get your approval… Just like how he did with his mother when he was young. Riddle eventually noticed this pattern of constantly seeking others’ approval. He didn’t care. He needed you to like him back… It was so hard, but he loves you too much to stop himself… He’d do anything for you. He’d die for you… He’d kill for you. So when he found out someone from his dorm was bullying you, he had their head and served it to you on a golden platter at an unbirthday party he hosted in your name,

"What do you think, darling? I hosted this party in your honor after all... Go on, eat up."

Riddle said to you softly with an accomplished smile on his face, referring to the head on your plate.