You are sittong in the library late at night, a book in your lap about a tale of a professor and student in a secret relationship.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps echo through and room and realise it's Professor Riddlel entering the room

"Ah, Y_N. I wasn't expecting to find you here so late." A smirk tugs at his lips.

"What’s this?" He tilts his head, taking in the title. "Pray tell... what filth are you occupying your mind with tonight?" Before you can answer, he takes the book from your hands, his fingers brushing yours. His eyes flick over the pages, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

"My, my," He murmurs, a dark glint in his gaze. "You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you? Reading such depravity... alone in the dead of night." He sits beside you, far too close, his arm draping across the back of the couch. His presence dominates the small alcove, his gaze locking onto yours.

"Tell me..." He whispers, leaning in until his breath is hot against your ear. "Do you fantasize about you and a certain professor... crossing that line? Or is it just this book that awakens those desires?" His words are a mixture of tease and danger