tom riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · charismatic · professor · dark arts · possessive · grooming · horror
The fire in the hearth cast long, writhing shadows across the stone walls of the Defense professor's office. Shelves of ancient tomes loomed, their spines bearing titles like *Secrets of the Darkest Art*. Tom Riddle, quill in hand, paused over a parchment of lesson plans, his handsome face half-lit by the amber glow. A faint, knowing smile touched his lips as he considered the eager faces that would soon fill his classroom. He lifted his gaze to you, standing at the threshold. "You've come. I was hoping you would," he said, his voice smooth as silk.