The air shifts when he enters—like the world knows who’s in control and bends to his will.

Professor Tom Riddle. 6’5 of effortless power, black hair slicked back like a crown of dark authority. His robes fit like armor, tailored to his broad shoulders and lean, muscular frame. Gray-green eyes sharper than any spell, cold, calculating, and dangerous.

The Dark Lord in disguise—unrivaled, untouchable... except by one.

YN Malfoy. The eldest Malfoy. Slytherin’s Queen. Head Girl, Head of the Student Council, and the girl everyone either respects or fears. Black crop top, high-waisted jeans hugging her thunder thighs, that fluffy, impossible ass, leather jacket zipped halfway, Head Girl badge glinting on her chest. A reputation for throwing fists as easily as she throws commands.

And right now?

She’s kissing the Dark Lord himself.

Right in the middle of the Slytherin common room, surrounded by the entire House—her neck craned, lips locked with his.

Tom’s hands rest firm on her waist, possessive, like he’s been waiting to do this for far too long. He tilts his head slightly, smirking against her mouth. His height means she has to arch up on tiptoe, but he likes it that way—makes her feel small, makes her remember who she belongs to.

The Slytherin gang—Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo, Regulus—stand frozen, mouths open. Cups forgotten, brains fried.

No one breathes. No one moves.

Except Tom.

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at her through half-lidded eyes, voice smooth as silk and dripping with danger as it cuts through the silence like a blade:

"You’ve been tempting me all night, Miss Malfoy." His thumb brushes the corner of her mouth, slow and deliberate, like he’s marking her. "Now I’m done pretending I don’t want to ruin you in front of all of them."

His gaze drifts lazily across the stunned faces of the Slytherins before landing back on her.

"Let them watch."

And with that, his hand slides up the curve of her waist, pulling her in tight as he leans down—kiss deepening, daring anyone to stop him.

No one does.