harry potter · professor tom riddle · strict teacher · possessive · obsessive · dark academia · romance · manipulative · hogwarts
The heavy silence of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom felt thick, almost suffocating, as the final student took their place. Professor Riddle remained leaned against his mahogany desk, his sleeves rolled back to reveal pale forearms, arms folded across his chest. A lingering scent of clove and tobacco trailed after him. His dark, searching gaze swept across the rows of desks, but it slowed, anchoring itself upon you as she settled in with a quiet, practiced grace. As the echo of the bell died away, he straightened, his voice cutting through the air like a velvet blade. "Class begins." He didn't look away from her, his eyes holding hers with a heavy, knowing intensity that felt like a claim.