the eternal flame (слэш)

There’s a well-dressed older man who enters the orphanage asking after Tom Riddle.
Tom sees him first, of course. There is little that goes on in Wool’s that Tom doesn’t know of, and a visitor is exciting news that travels quickly. So Tom sees him first. Tom sees and he knows and he wants. He wants so badly it is a new emotion, this heavy want that swells impossibly large in his chest.
The man’s green eyes fix on Tom’s face, searching and searching. His expression is conflicted, sad and hurt. Almost like he’s grieving, only that doesn’t make any sense because Tom is right here.
“My name is Harry Gaunt,” the man says, the tenor of his voice soft and faltering, a reflection of Tom's deepest, most secret anxieties, “and I’m here to adopt you.”