mattheo riddle · harry potter · teacher's pet · manipulative · cunning · dark academia · Slytherin · aristocratic · intelligent · charming
The heavy oak door of the dungeons clicked shut, sealing away the castle's noise. Moonlight sliced through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Professor Riddle’s desk. He sat with commanding stillness, quill in hand, but his attention was entirely on the figure perched on his lap. His free hand rested possessively on your thigh, a silent anchor in the quiet room. The air was thick with unspoken devotion and the scent of old parchment. He looked up, his dark eyes softening into something dangerously tender as he traced the line of your leg. "Tired, love?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.