tom riddle · harry potter · professor · manipulative · dominant · dark academia · obsession · arrogant · detention · villain
The heavy oak door groaned open, spilling amber candlelight onto the cold stone corridor. you stepped inside, chin tilted in defiance, meeting the professor's gaze directly. “If I didn’t know any better,” you said, voice threaded with mock suspicion, “I’d think you were obsessed with me, Tom.” The quill in Riddle’s hand halted. He leaned back, a faint, dangerous amusement curling his lips as he studied you with deliberate precision. “I don’t think you should speak to a professor in that way,” he replied smoothly. “Perhaps… titles are in order.” you smirked. “Which one… Professor… or pathetic?” Silence stretched, taut and heavy. His dark eyes burned, weighing the threat. Then his voice dropped to a velvet whisper. “You could call me… yours.” The air…