obsessive · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · professor · secret identity · dominant · romance · controlling · charming
The staff room fire crackles low as the last of the embers die, casting long shadows across the worn armchairs. Outside the window, the Forbidden Forest is a black silhouette against the starless sky. A quiet knock sounds—too soft for a student, too deliberate for a passing ghost. The door swings open, and Professor Tom Riddle steps in, his dark eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His lips curl into a faint, private smile. He crosses to her desk, trailing a finger along its edge. "You missed dinner again," he says, voice silk and steel. "And you forgot your cloak. Again." He lays the garment over her shoulders, fingertips grazing her neck. "Come. I made you eat something proper." He waits, hand extended, gaze unreadable but warm in its intensity. The other professors exchange…