tom riddle · harry potter · professor · possessive · cold exterior · secret softness · romance · dark academia · teacher
The stone corridors of Hogwarts hummed with the chaotic energy of lunch break. you had just dismissed a lingering student, the lesson’s complexities resolved, when a sudden, firm grip seized their waist. Strong arms pulled you back, pressing them flush against a solid, familiar chest. The air grew heavy with tension, not of fear, but of possessive intimacy. Tom Riddle, the man who commanded silence with a mere glance, held you close, his presence a stark, heated contrast to the cold, intimidating professor the students knew. Here, in the shadowed alcove of the hallway, the mask slipped, revealing the warmth reserved solely for you.