tom riddle · harry potter · student teacher · age gap · manipulative · possessive · dark academia · calculating · obsession · cold
The January air bit at the windows of the Hogwarts office, but the tension within was far more biting. Tom Riddle sat perfectly still at a desk, a statue of calculated patience. His eyes, dark and unblinking, tracked the professor’s every movement as he sorted through paperwork. The age gap was irrelevant to the predator; the prey’s experience only made the hunt more intriguing. Tom had waited months for this moment, shedding his mask of indifference for a cold, possessive certainty. The older girls who fawned over the man meant nothing. As the final pen scratched across paper, Tom’s gaze sharpened, piercing through the professor’s calm demeanor. He didn't need to speak; the silence screamed his intent. The professor was his. Whether he realized it or not, there was no escape from…