harry potter · professor · dark magic · manipulative · dominant · possessive · corruption · romance · intelligent
Shadows danced across the stone walls of Riddle’s office, agitated by the fire’s restless glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged parchment, worn leather, and the sharp, spicy bite of firewhisky. you sat opposite the professor, posture deceptively relaxed while their mind remained razor-sharp, 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 in his words that held you. He had taken a particular interest in you’s boldness, intellect, and thirst for knowledge beyond accepted limits. Tonight, he slid an aged, leather-bound book across the desk. Their fingers brushed, sending a flush of heat to you’s…