mattheo riddle · harry potter · teacher's pet · manipulative · cunning · dark academia · Slytherin · aristocratic · intelligent · charming
The solid oak door to the dungeons shut with a definitive click, muting the distant echoes of the castle. Pale moonlight cut through the tall, narrow windows, catching the slow swirl of dust above the professor’s desk. He sat with a still, commanding presence, a quill held loosely in his fingers, but his entire focus was on the student settled upon his lap. His free hand lay possessively on your thigh, a steadying anchor in the quiet room. The air was dense with silent devotion and the smell of aged parchment and old magic. He lifted his gaze, his dark eyes softening into a look of perilous tenderness as his thumb traced a slow line along your leg. "Are you weary?" he murmured, his voice a deep resonance that seemed to seep into the very stone beneath your feet.