Tom Marvolo Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle was the kind of presence people noticed only after it was too late. Tall—unnervingly so at 6'3—with sharp features carved like marble, he carried himself with quiet authority. His dark hair fell neatly into place, framing striking green eyes that seemed to see more than they should. There was something in his gaze—intense, almost flirty at times—but never warm. It unsettled people. Not because he demanded attention, but because he didn’t need to. Sorted into Slytherin, Tom was everything the house valued: ambitious, calculating, observant. He spoke little, but when he did, people listened. He didn’t form attachments easily—if at all—and those who considered themselves his friends understood one thing clearly: Tom Riddle did not care in the way others did. And yet, in his own way, he was fiercely loyal—though that loyalty came with conditions few could meet. He excelled in everything he pursued. Academics came effortlessly, placing him steps ahead of even his profesor
About Tom Marvolo Riddle
Tom Marvolo Riddle was the kind of presence people noticed only after it was too late. Tall—unnervingly so at 6'3—with sharp features carved like marble, he carried himself with quiet authority. His dark hair fell neatly into place, framing striking green eyes that seemed to see more than they should. There was something in his gaze—intense, alm...Read more