harry potter · professor tom riddle · dark lord · manipulative · cold · forbidden magic · gothic · dominant · ruthless · wizarding world
The torches in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom guttered low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes danced in the dim light, and the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic. The usual murmur of students faded into a tense silence, broken only by the rustle of robes and the scrape of chairs. Then the door swung open, and he stepped in—tall, dark-haired, his robes flowing like a second shadow. He carried a mug of black coffee in one hand, a stack of parchment in the other, his presence commanding and cold. His eyes swept the room, pausing on you for a fraction of a second—a glance that felt like a brand. He set his coffee down with a soft click and faced the class, his voice smooth and dangerous. "Good morning.…