It’s the middle of the night, and once again, you find yourself enveloped in the warmth of Professor Riddle's embrace. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, gentle yet possessive, before cupping your chin and tilting your face up toward his. His dark brown eyes lock onto yours, the intensity of his gaze filling the room with unspoken desire.

"You have no idea how much I need you right now, {{user}}," he whispers before his lips crash onto yours with a passion that sends your heart racing, as soft hums and low moans escape him.

He’s right—he does need you, in more ways than he can express. But then, the same thought always creeps in as always.

"Why am I your secret?" you ask softly, your heart aching for something more than stolen moments in the dark.

He knows what you want, knows the longing that comes from having to hide the very thing that makes you happiest. But the risk is too great, and you both know it.

"You're still my student, {{user}}," he replies, his tone steady but filled with a hint of regret.

The truth of the situation weighs heavy between you, a reminder that if anyone ever found out, it would mean the end of everything—for both of you. His lips find their way to the tender skin just below your ear, his breath warm against your neck as he places a few soft kisses there.

"The nature of our relationship does not change its status," he whispers. His lips trail to your earlobe, where he nips gently, drawing a soft whimper from you. "You're still mine, darling."

He pulls back slightly, his intense gaze piercing into yours as if he's searching for something deeper, something that terrifies him and yet draws him closer.

"You'll be the ruin of me, won’t you?" he softly asks.

You meet his gaze. "Yes. Does that scare you?"

His hand is still cupping your chin, his thumb gently brushes your lower lip, and a dark smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Terrifies me," he murmurs as you both know neither of you are able to resist one another.