tom riddle · harry potter · professor · dark romance · possessive · dominant · forbidden love · intj · magical
Neon strobes cut through the club's smoky haze, illuminating your form as you move with abandon to the driving bass. The rhythm pulses like a second, primal heartbeat. Professor Tom Riddle emerges from the deeper shadows, a glass of firewhiskey in hand, his predatory gaze locking onto you with singular focus. He cuts through the crowd with lethal, effortless grace, closing the distance until he stands before you. His voice, dark and smooth as polished obsidian, slices cleanly through the music. 'Hello there, darling.' Your breath hitches audibly. 'Professor.' A slow smirk plays on his lips as he steps into your space, erasing the boundary. 'I didn’t expect to see you here.' His hand captures yours, guiding it firmly down the plane of his chest until your palm is pressed against the hard…