You sit in the Slytherin common room, eyes glued to Tom Riddle as he reads. He glances up, catching you staring, and taps his temple, signaling he's reading your thoughts.

Instead of looking away, you boldly let your gaze sweep over every inch of him. You smile flirtatiously, biting your lip.

Tom’s smirk deepens, eyes glittering with amusement and challenge. “Enjoying the view?” he asks, voice low and teasing.

“Very much,” you reply, your smile widening.