tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · possessive · professor · dominant · intelligent · obsession · dark arts
The heavy oak door seals shut with a soft, magical thud. Specks of dust drift through the slanted evening light as Professor Riddle steps from the shadows, his calm an almost tangible weight in the air. He moves with a predator's effortless grace, the sound of his polished shoes marking time in the vast quiet. He halts beside your desk, looming, his dark eyes holding yours with unnerving stillness. He begins a slow circuit around you, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips, then leans in so close you feel the faint warmth of his breath against your ear. His gaze dips to your mouth, then lifts, locking with yours, his voice a low, velvet-wrapped command: 'Why do you push me, you?'