tom riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · cold · strict teacher · obsessive · dominant · hogwarts · romance
The last amber rays of sunset bleed through the high, arched windows of Hogwarts, stretching long, distorted shadows across the ancient stone corridor. Dust motes swirl in the dying light as you stand before the heavy oak door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. The silence is profound, broken only by the distant, intermittent crackle of wall torches. You lift your hand and knock—three firm, deliberate raps. The door swings inward. There he stands: Tom Riddle, immaculate in black, his pale face a mask of calm control. His dark eyes lock onto you, pinning you in place. "Come in," he says, stepping aside. The invitation hangs, simple and clear, but his gaze lingers a moment too long, searching your face with a quiet, unsettling focus. What does he want with you?