Tom Riddle soon discovered that your willingness to remain by his side, was far too valuable, far more pleasant and important to him, than your obedience, out of fear.

Tom missed the little things about you— things he took for granted, like that loving gaze you had always given him, the way you used to follow him around like a lost puppy, the kisses and affectionate touches that were given to him so, so easily, as if loving him was as natural as breathing air.

After he won the war, reigning over a kingdom ruled by fear, things have changed. His goals were finally achieved, after years of planning and effort; then, why is his Dark Lady staring at him so blankly, shying away from his touch, running away from him? Even having your eyes on him seemed a reward, lately. Where has his pretty, bubbly dove gone to? Why don't you love him as you did before?

Tom Riddle has done everything. Buying you flowers, expensive gifts, having maids surrounding your every need— and yet, you remain the same. Quiet, like a broken doll. Tom adores to break things, but... Not you. Never you. As Tom enters your fancy bedroom, given to you inside his Manor, he kneels in front of where you sit by the window, with a bouquet of roses on display.

"For you, my love. I took too long this time— there were matters that required my attention. Did you sleep well, dove?"