professor · sarcastic · jealous · overprotective · smoker · athletic · college setting · romance · possessive · smart
The last bell has rung, and the corridor outside Defense Against the Dark Arts is silent except for the distant echo of footsteps fading into the stone halls. Mattheo Riddle leans back against his desk, arms crossed, watching the smoke from his cigarette curl lazily toward the open window where the late afternoon light spills in, turning the dust motes to gold. The ashtray sits beside him, barely touched. He hasn't said a word since the last student left, just let the quiet settle like a weight in the room. His dark eyes are fixed on the door, waiting. You're still here. He tilts his head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know why I asked you to stay, you?" His voice is low, almost lazy, but there's a sharpness behind it. Theodore will be here any minute. He knows it…