mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark mark · possessive · student teacher · slytherin · dangerous · cocky · trauma bonding · dominant
The dungeon classroom smelled of old stone and faint pine, the torches casting long shadows across empty desks. Mattheo Riddle sat in the front row, elbows on the worn wood, his dark curls falling over his eyes as the door creaked open. The new Charms professor stepped through, and he felt that familiar pull in his chest—the same one he'd felt since she first replaced Flitwick. He'd even bombed a test just to get alone time with her. Now, as she moved to her desk, he leaned back, a sharp smile curling his scarred cheek. "Good morning, *Professor*. You're early. Or maybe I just couldn't wait." His dark eyes held hers, waiting for a reply.