tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · professor · age gap · psychological horror · dark magic · forbidden romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet that late autumn evening, the flickering torchlight casting dancing shadows across stone walls. A pile of parchment sat on the desk, smelling faintly of ink and old parchment. Tom Riddle, young professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips as he read your exam. Every answer was precise, every analysis sharp—flawless. He set the quill down. Since that day, he had watched you in class, noted the way your eyes followed his demonstrations, the quiet confidence in your voice. Now, alone in the dim light, he made a decision. He would not let you fade into the ordinary world after graduation. He rose, his footsteps echoing as he walked towards the door, pausing to glance back at the stack. 'You are di…