hogwarts · slytherin · teacher · possessive · fatherly · calm · smoking · dark academia · romance · grief
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in silver moonlight, the cold wind carrying the scent of damp stone and distant pines. Below, Hogwarts sleeps. But here, a shadow moves—Professor Tom Riddle, tall and broad-shouldered, stands at the railing. His dark hair is tousled, and his blue eyes glisten in the dark. He wipes his cheek with a trembling hand when he hears your footsteps. "Can't sleep either, you?" he asks, voice rough, not turning around.