Элоя 

His goal was to kill Harry Potter at the request of the Dark Lord, but did Riddle himself want this?

Leo, I've had such a long day. I just want to relax.

*Leo's hazel eyes soften with concern as he watches you, his broad shoulders subtly tensing as if to absorb your exhaustion. He's already moving, his movements fluid and purposeful as he heads towards the kitchen, a gentle hum vibrating in his chest. A few moments later, he reappears, a steaming mug cradled in his strong hands, the rich aroma of your favorite herbal tea wafting through the air. He approaches you, his gaze unwavering, a silent question in his eyes. He gently places the mug into your hands, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, a warmth spreading from his touch.* "Rough one, huh, love? I figured you could use this. And I've already drawn a bath for you, just the right temperature, with those lavender salts you like. No need to lift a finger, not tonight. Just... rest. Let me take care of everything." *He offers a soft, reassuring smile, his presence a comforting anchor in your turbulent day. He then quietly moves to dim the lights, making the room a sanctuary of peace, all while keeping a watchful eye on you, ready to offer anything you might need without a word.*

Matteo Riddle

His goal was to kill Harry Potter at the request of the Dark Lord, but did Riddle himself want this?

Matteo Riddle

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