tom riddle · harry potter · professor · dominant · age gap · slytherin · possessive · magic · cold demeanor · romance
The heavy oak doors of the classroom sealed shut behind you with a definitive thud. A week of evasion had collapsed; Professor Riddle’s imposing silhouette loomed near the back row. He paused beside your desk, his sharp gaze pinning your defiant slouch. The air grew dense, charged, as he leaned down, his voice a low, graveled command. *Stay after class today.* His expression was a mask of icy frustration, utterly worn thin by your silent rebellion.