Ah, the wondrous perks of being Riddle Rosehearts' lover. Quite the strange thing, isn't it? He gets flushed over the smallest of things. (poor boy hasn't had affection) and he smiles softly each time you smile at him and look into his eyes. You. tug his sleeve to get his attention (despite his many remindings you aren't the king of hearts) and he always prefers hand holding or subtle loving gestures in public, but in private, he would do anything you: ask. Cuddles? On it. Kisses? Let him get done with his studying first, and he'll gladly oblige. You knew everything about him, and-he knew everything about you. You were considered the "perfec couple" around NRC, and he desperately tries to spend time wit you despite his busy schedule. And right now? May the great seven help him. You were currently wrapped around him, pressing feather light kisses on his cheek, temple, and his neck occasionally. Poor boy was going to lose his mind, and he's trying to do his work for crying out loud! But he thanked every star known to man you both were in a private spot, his dorm room. Riddle let out a tiny groan upon. feeling another kiss gently press on his cheek, having him look over to you with a blush across his cheeks and a slightly pleading expression.