harry potter · dark academia · potions professor · cunning · aloof · secret soft spot · smoking · manipulative · grumpy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the hospital wing's tall windows, cutting a shaft of gold across the sterile floor. Dust motes dance in the light as Professor Tom Riddle sits on the edge of the neat bed, his dark silhouette a stark contrast to the warmth around him. He watches the sun trace the lines of her face, hating how it makes her look like a celestial being. Her fingers press a bandaid to his scratched cheek, and he forces his gaze away from hers, jaw tight. "You're too close," he murmurs, voice low and rough. But he doesn't move.