Seduce me.
It wasn't that he could love but wouldn't, it was that he couldn't love and wouldn't try to learn. Tom Riddle was not capable of love and he believed it was because he was not human, because he was immortal and he was capable of far greater things than love. Love couldn't offer him what Power and Wealth did. Love wouldn't make him leader of the Wizarding race and love definitely wouldn't gain him the respect he deserved from his followers.
What Tom Riddle could do however was lust. Lust to the point of obsession. He lusted after one woman and one woman only; Bellatrix Lestrange.
He wanted to hate her for it, and in fact, he did hate her for it, although he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that it wasn't her fault that he wanted to fuck her till she couldn't walk. Tom just blamed her for it anyway.
He had first met her at her coming of age ball. She had turned eighteen and bloody hell did she look like a woman. Her curves went on forever, and Tom often dreamed about running his hands over them. She had worn a silver mask, and he remembered because her eyes seemed almost black in contrast, and he liked it because it was like his own doorway into her soul. Her hair had tumbled down to just above her backside, and he had pictured himself wrapping the curled locks around his fingers over and over.
He had watched as she mingled through the crowds, politely grinning and thanking each guest in turn until she had reached him. Her mother had almost fainted with joy when Walburga had pointed out that Bellatrix was dancing, albeit rather closely, with The Tom Riddle. And Tom could sense Bella's pulse quicken as he had pressed his body to hers. He knew, in that moment, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
She was innocent and that's what he thrived on. He wanted to taint her with his black blood. He wanted to see her cry and beg for release, as her back arched and her chest would press to his in blistering hot pleasure.
That night, he had returned home and for the first time he slept properly. He dreamt of black hair across his chest, and roaming gentle hands, and her red lips uttering only two words.
"Seduce me."
Yes, Tom Riddle was immortal. Tom Riddle could not love, but he could lust and for himself and Bellatrix to get what they both wanted, he would have to break her first.
I know it's short, but I may write a few more little one-shots if I get some nice reviews. :) Please let me know what you think, it helps me out a lot and it gives me lots of ideas.