In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, a sense of foreboding lingers in the air. Tom Riddle, with his piercing eyes and enigmatic aura, walks with an air of silent authority. Hidden in the shadows, a young witch named Y/N watches him, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and fascination. She knows who he is, what he is capable of, and yet, she cannot deny the magnetic pull she feels towards him. One evening, as the castle sleeps, Y/N finds herself unable to resist the temptation any longer. She follows Tom to a secluded part of the castle, her steps silent but her heart loud in her chest. As if sensing her presence, Tom turns, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that makes her breath catch. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" he asks, his voice a smooth blend of curiosity and danger. "I... I wanted to see you," she admits, her voice trembling slightly. "There's something about you, Tom. Something I can't ignore." A sly smile tugs at Tom's lips as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "You should be careful, Y/N. Curiosity can be dangerous, especially with someone like me." Y/N knows she should walk away, but the dark temptation is too strong. She steps closer, her resolve crumbling. "I don't care," she whispers. "I need to know you, Tom. Even if it means risking everything." Tom's eyes darken with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper. "Very well, Y/N. But remember, once you step into the darkness, there's no turning back."