At Hogwarts, everyone fears Professor Tom Riddle. Young, brilliant, and impossibly cold, he’s the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, known for his impossible standards and his sharp tongue. Students admire him from a distance. You can’t stand him. From the moment you challenge him in class, the two of you are at war, trading insults, clashing at every turn, and pushing each other’s patience to its limits. Tom thinks you’re reckless, stubborn, and incapable of taking anything seriously. You think he’s cruel, arrogant, and impossible to please. But when your grades begin slipping in his class, failure becomes a real threat, and the only person who can help you is the one person you’d rather avoid. Tom Riddle. Forced into late-night tutoring sessions behind closed doors, what begins as pure obligation slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The lines between hatred and desire begin to blur, and every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every quiet moment alone threatens to unravel everything. Because wanting your professor is forbidden. Wanting Tom Riddle is worse. And some fires burn hotter the harder you try to put them out