harry potter · professor riddle · possessive · jealous · overprotective · secret romance · slytherin · dark academia · dominant · intelligent
Candlelight wavered in his office, throwing shifting shadows over heaps of parchment. The air hung heavy with the scent of drying ink and his subtle, expensive cologne. You were settled in his lap, your head leaned against the solid wall of his chest as he attended to his work. The scratch of his quill halted. His hand tightened possessively on your waist. "you," Professor Riddle murmured, his voice a low undercurrent in the quiet room, "your marks are declining once more." He tipped your chin up with a finger, his dark eyes holding yours, inscrutable and intent. The unspoken question lingered between you.