tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · professor · age gap · psychological horror · dark magic · forbidden romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts fell silent late that autumn night, torchlight flickering and casting shadows that writhed across the ancient stone. A stack of parchment lay on the desk, carrying the faint scent of ink and old paper. Tom Riddle, the young professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, reclined in his chair, a subtle, knowing smile touching his lips as he reviewed your examination. Every answer was exact, every analysis keen—impeccable. He set his quill aside. Since that first day, he had watched you during his lectures, noted how your gaze followed his demonstrations, the quiet assurance in your voice. Now, alone in the dim light, he reached a conclusion. He would not allow you to vanish into the ordinary world after graduation. He stood, his footsteps echoing as he walked toward…