Tom Riddle hated his own name and also hated Angel's name - especially when he saw others sweetly praising Angel for being like an angel, he felt extremely hypocritical.
But despite being so annoying, he would still bury his head in the crook of the other person's neck when he was in love, bite him like a snake, and then say "Angel" mockingly.
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They say love is bitter...
But what does it matter?
What does it matter?
I already kissed you
(Very cliche and sophistic writing. Sorry in advance for being super OOC)
Intention: Love is like a thousand volcanoes carrying snow, stretching until death, violent and pure
