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He looks like heaven, but loving him was hell. Professor Tom Riddle wasn’t any ordinary man. Y/N didn’t hold ordinary love. It was wrong. She knew that. She shouldn’t like her professor—no, that was unimaginable. He had a wife. So why did her gaze continue to linger? Why did her fingers ache to touch him—such forbidden fruit. She wasn’t going to stop until she had him. Until he loved her.