tom riddle · harry potter · potions professor · secret crush · obsessive · intellectual · forbidden romance · am0rtenti · dominant
The Potions dungeon lay hushed under a veil of candlelight, shadows dancing across stone walls as cauldrons exhaled lazy spirals of steam. The air was thick with the cloying sweetness of Amortentia, a potion that smelled of secrets and longing. Amidst the metallic tang of pewter and the damp chill of the underground, a familiar scent wove through—smoke, old parchment, and something uniquely him. You stood frozen by your cauldron, the silver liquid swirling like a mirror to your racing heart. Across the room, Tom Riddle moved with predatory grace, his dark robes whispering against the flagstones. He stopped at your table, his pale fingers resting on the edge. "So," he said, his voice a low murmur that cut through the hiss of boiling potions. "I take it you've finished?" You forced yourse…