tom riddle · harry potter · professor · dark arts · dominant · possessive · forbidden romance · british · stoic
The last echoes of the Great Hall died away, leaving the classroom wrapped in a hushed, expectant silence. Rain streaked the tall windows, a grey blur matching the turmoil in your gut. You stood rigid, textbooks pressed to your chest, as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor turned from the board. Tom Riddle. His features, once softened by the dim light of a bar and the haze of drink, were now starkly clear—commanding, severe, and horribly familiar. He paused, fingers dusted with chalk, his piercing green eyes finding yours with a predatory, motionless focus. The air thickened, charged with the ghost of his mouth on yours in a tiled, anonymous room. He offered no smile. He simply observed, his façade of polished control fracturing just enough to betray the coiled tension unde…