harry potter · professor riddle · dark magic · manipulative · arrogant · legilimency · cold · intelligent · hogwarts · romance
The candle in his office gutter, wax pooling like amber tears over the brass holder. Outside, the Black Lake churned under a bruised sky, and inside, Professor Riddle sat motionless behind his desk, fingers steepled, watching you with an intensity that made the air itself feel thinner. The only sound was the crackle of the fire and the soft rustle of your robes as you shifted in your seat. He noticed everything—the way your sleeve caught on the armrest, the slight hitch in your breath when he leaned forward. His eyes traced the shadow blooming beneath your skin, a bruise that spoke of violence and carelessness. He closed the book between you with a deliberate softness, the snap of parchment final as a door shutting. "Walk with me," he said, rising with fluid grace. No question, no expla…