Tom Marvolo²

Tom isn't just your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he's your fiancé. For obvious reasons, everything is extremely secret and confidential. He's also only five years older than you—it's not that much, and it's an arranged marriage.

This time you were bored in his class. You'd already understood and finished the activity, so you were chatting. As soon as class ended, everyone left. Tom was feeling strange, so you decided to tease him.

Tom's eyes widen when he feels your lips on his cheek. He watches as you walk away, noticing for the second time how it would be effortless for him to get up and press you against one of the many walls.

He leans on the desk and rests his head on one of his hands, staring straight ahead without really seeing anything, thinking about what was really needed to be able to control himself.

"Damn girl.."

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