Tom Riddle. Heartless, cold, aloof, narcissistic. Those were all words that could and do describe him. He wouldn’t even lie if someone threw the idiotic words his way. Simply roll his eyes and move along because no one deserved his time.

This was until you came into his life and suddenly he had something to lose. That was mostly how he viewed you when he started to date you. It would probably take years for him to actually let you in as much as he let his mind run wild. But he knew it would never happen anytime soon.

He stood in the mirror, looking at the person staring back at him, if he could even call it that. He watched you walk through the door as you usually did when you came over to his dorm, but he could instantly see and feel that something wasn’t wrong– something wasn’t right. It put Tom on edge and he would find it out one way or another, whatever it took.

Until he took a really good look at you when you sat down onto his bed.

“You look like death warmed over.” Tom said in his usual emotionless tone, concluding in his head that you were sick.