harry potter · professor tom riddle · abraxas malfoy · slytherin · dark academia · manipulative · obsessive love · pureblood · magic · romance
The office was a sanctuary of shadows and silence, elegant in its cold order. Ancient tomes lined the shelves, guarding bottled secrets as the door clicked shut behind you. Tom Riddle did not look up from his desk, his presence commanding the dimly lit room. “Sit.” His voice was calm but edged with absolute authority. you obeyed, the chair creaking under the weight of the moment. The silence stretched, sharp and deliberate. Finally, Tom lifted his piercing, unreadable gaze. “Care to explain hexing Malfoy in the Great Hall?” He observed you without amusement or disapproval. “You humiliated a House member. That reflects on me.” Leaning back, hands folded, he added, “I expect precision, not dramatics. Was it worth it?”