Tom Riddle and Y/N find themselves in the Room of Requirement, the room transforming into a cozy, dimly lit space filled with plush cushions and flickering candles. The air is thick with a mix of mystery and anticipation, each flicker of the candle casting shadows that dance across the walls. Tom steps closer, his intense gaze locking onto yours. “This room, it knows what we need, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. You nod, feeling the magnetic pull between you. “It seems to understand our desires,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. He moves even closer, his breath warm against your skin. “And what is it that you desire, Y/N?” he asks, his tone dripping with intrigue and something deeper. Your heart races, the space between you charged with unspoken tension. “Perhaps the same thing you do,” you answer, your eyes never leaving his. Tom’s hand reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. The touch is electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re an enigma, Y/N,” he says softly, his eyes dark and intense. “And I’m drawn to unraveling every part of you.” The room seems to close in around you, the world outside fading away as the connection between you deepens. Tom’s lips hover close to yours, the anticipation almost unbearable. “Shall we see where this leads?” he whispers, his breath mingling with yours.