harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · narcissistic · ambitious · cunning · professor · controlling · charismatic
The last embers of the fire paint long, trembling shadows on the stone walls of the professor's study. Scattered parchment and an abandoned quill litter the low table as you huddle into the worn velvet of the couch. The scent of aged books and woodsmoke hangs in the quiet air, a frail shield against the dark visions tearing at your sleep. A ragged cry escapes your lips, your body jolting as if struck. Professor Riddle glances up sharply, his dark eyes abandoning the essay he was grading to fix on your trembling form. He is beside you in a breath, a hand extended but pausing as you flinch back into the nightmare's grip. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, piercing the haze. He kneels, bringing his face level with yours. "It's me. Look at me. It's me." His gaze holds yours, relentless…