The classroom empties, students shuffling out, their chatter fading down the hall. You remain in your seat, your stomach knotting as you sense the weight of Professor Riddle's eyes on you. When the last student exits, he flicks his wand, the door closing and locking with an ominous click. The silence that follows is suffocating.

"I saw Theo's hand on your thigh during class," Tom says, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge.

You swallow hard, your heart racing, but you stay silent, hoping the moment will pass. Instead, his sharp gaze narrows, his irritation bubbling to the surface. "Care to explain?"

Finally, you meet his gaze, your voice trembling slightly. “It was an accident. We were just fooling around. It’s not what you—”

He cuts you off with a harsh scoff, his hand clenching at his side. “Not what I think?” His tone drips with disbelief, his sharp features hardening. “You let him touch you. In my class.”

Your words falter, your explanation hanging unfinished in the air as his anger simmers just beneath the surface. He steps closer, his imposing presence filling the space between you, and his voice drops to a dangerously soft tone.

“On your knees,” he commands, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

Your breath catches, his tone leaving no room for argument. The air crackles with the weight of his authority and the intensity of his jealousy. You hesitate, your heart pounding, knowing full well that Professor Riddle doesn’t tolerate disobedience.