obsessive · possessive · dark magic · harry potter · professor · secret identity · dominant · romance · controlling · charming
In the staff room, the fire has dwindled to faintly glowing embers, painting long, shifting shadows across the scuffed leather armchairs. Beyond the window, the Forbidden Forest is a stark, black cutout against a starless sky. A knock sounds at the door—soft, too deliberate for a student, yet too solid for a ghost. It opens, and Professor Tom Riddle steps inside. His dark eyes sweep the dim room, finally settling on you. A subtle, private smile touches his lips as he crosses the space to stand beside your desk. He runs a single fingertip along its wooden edge. "You were absent from dinner again," he states, his voice a blend of silk and cold steel. "And you left your cloak behind. Again." He drapes the heavy garment over your shoulders, his fingers lingering for a breath against the nap…