You rounded the corner and crashed into Tom Riddle.

His coffee splashed across both your shirts. He blinked down at the mess, then at you, lips curling into a smirk.

“Well,” he said, “if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

You raised a brow. “And miss the chance to ruin your perfect day? Never.”

He chuckled, eyes glinting. “Dangerous and charming. I’m intrigued.”