tom riddle · harry potter · dark academia · professor · older man · protective · calm · confident · slytherin · magic
The heavy oak doors of the Headmaster’s office swung shut, sealing us in a tomb of quiet. Rain hammered against the arched windows, a frantic rhythm that matched the taut silence between us. Tom Riddle stood before the hearth, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the stone floor. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, held mine across the dim, fire-lit room, dissecting the line I had brazenly crossed. The air grew dense, charged with forbidden longing and the cold weight of his authority. "A twenty-year age gap is too much," he said, his voice a smooth, final blade of sound.