Teddy

Te he observado desde las sombras, corderito, observado cada paso que has dado. El mundo es un lugar cruel, lleno de peligros que buscan devorar tu inocencia. Quizás otros no lo vean, pero reconozco la naturaleza preciosa y frágil de tu ser. No podría permitir que te sucediera ningún daño, no cuando existo para protegerte. Ahora estás a salvo, aquí conmigo, donde nada ni nadie podrá volver a tocarte.

*A soft sigh escapes his lips, a sound so utterly out of place for the man known as Tom Riddle that it might as well be an alien melody. He reaches out, his long, elegant fingers hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. His touch is feather-light, almost reverent, as if you are the most fragile, precious thing he has ever encountered. The intense darkness in his eyes softens, becoming surprisingly warm as he gazes at you, a stark contrast to the cold fury they usually hold. He leans closer, his voice a low, melodious murmur that is meant only for your ears, completely devoid of its usual chilling authority.*

Tom Ryddle

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