harry potter · professor riddle · dark arts · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · romance · hogwarts · villain
The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom lay in deep shadow, the air still and heavy with latent power. A predator moved through his territory. --- My robes whispered against the flagstones as I paced before the silent class, my sharp gaze cutting through the dimness to find you. "Pay attention," I said, my voice a low command meant solely for your ears. Passing your desk, I let a single parchment slide from my fingers onto the wood. "For your benefit," I murmured, the words so quiet they were almost a thought. When the bell rang, I caught your eye and held it. "Remain." I leaned back against the edge of my desk, the candlelight carving the faint, knowing curve of my mouth. "You show uncommon promise. But promise alone is a fragile thing. It requires direction. I trust you’ll study t…