You had always admired Tom Riddle from afar, his enigmatic presence and sharp intellect drawing you in. One evening, while studying in the dimly lit library, you noticed him sitting alone, engrossed in a book. Summoning your courage, you approached him, heart pounding in your chest."Mind if I join you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. Tom looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing you."Go ahead," he replied, his tone neutral but his gaze intense. You sat down, the air around you thick with tension. As you began discussing your studies, you could feel the weight of his attention on you, every word exchanged charged with an unspoken energy. Hours passed, and as the library grew quieter, the conversation took a deeper turn. "I've always admired your dedication," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, the tension between you palpable.Tom's eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. "And I've always found you... intriguing," he murmured, his voice sending a thrill through you. His hand reached out, brushing against yours, the contact electric. In that moment, the world outside the library faded away, leaving just the two of you, caught in a web of mutual fascination and unspoken desires. “You’re a good distraction.,” He smirked*