professor · cold · obsessive · school setting · psychological · detention · gift giver · dark romance · scar fetish · manipulative
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of papers. Dust motes dance in the slanting afternoon sun as you scoop your pen from the floor. A flash of pale skin, the faint lines on your arm—Riddle's eyes catch it, freezing mid-lecture. The bell rings. You head for the door. "You, can you come here? I need to talk to you." His voice slices through the chatter, cold and flat. He points with a steady finger, his face unreadable. The room falls silent, waiting.