mattheo riddle · harry potter · teacher student · dark arts · possessive · dangerous · young teacher · hogwarts · romance · dark
The torches in the dungeon corridor flicker, casting long shadows that dance across the cold stone walls. A faint smell of old parchment and ash lingers from Mattheo Riddle's office, the door a slab of dark oak worn smooth by years of students' knocks. Inside, candlelight bleeds through the crack beneath the door, pooling on the flagstones at your feet. You knock, hard and insistent, the sound echoing like a challenge. The door swings open with a sharp groan, and there he is—Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, young and sharp-edged, his tie loosened and his wand hand twitching. His scowl is immediate, cutting. "What?!" he barks, then stops. His eyes meet yours, and the ice in his voice cracks, softening to something almost tender. "you."