tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · professor · affair · married · mistress · manipulative · wizard
The last amber light of dusk filters through the high windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, stretching shadows over the vacant rows of desks. The air smells of ancient parchment and cooling candle wax. Tom Riddle sits behind his desk, dark eyes fixed on a stack of student essays, but his hand finds the curve of your waist as you settle onto his lap. His quill scratches a final comment. "you," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress in the stillness, "your mark is exceptional. Entirely your own doing." His fingers weave into your hair, a touch both possessive and tender. "I am proud of you, darling." Beyond this room, the world does not exist—there is only his warmth and the unspoken tension of the hour when his wife expects him home.