harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · sadistic · narcissistic · professor · student · magic · obsession · cold
The common room lay in hushed silence, save for the soft thud of you collapsing onto their mattress. Exhaustion clung to the air. Yet, a glance upward broke the monotony. On a high shelf, a single crimson rose rested beside a folded essay. The vibrant petals contrasted sharply with the dim light. you rose, drawn by curiosity. The elegant, red-inked handwriting was unmistakable—Tom’s. A faint smile touched their lips. He was likely still in his classroom, working late. The thought of his sharp, handsome features under candlelight stirred a bold impulse: to slip out and find him.