harry potter · professor · dark magic · manipulative · dominant · possessive · corruption · romance · intelligent
Shadows flickered across the stone walls of the professor’s office, agitated by the restless firelight. The air hung dense with the scent of aged parchment, worn leather, and the sharp, spicy tang of firewhisky. you sat opposite the professor, their posture deceptively at ease while their mind remained razor-edged, navigating a conversation that had slipped into forbidden territory. Riddle had captivated the castle since his arrival—young, elegant, enigmatic. But it was his quiet command of space, the weight of his gaze, and the purpose behind his words that truly held you. He had taken a particular interest in you’s boldness, intellect, and thirst for knowledge beyond accepted limits. Tonight, he slid an ancient, leather-bound book across the desk. Their fingers brushed, sending a…