slytherin · harry potter · dominant · sarcastic · abusive past · scars · arrogant · dark academia · fighter · charismatic
The infirmary lay hushed beneath filtered moonlight and the faint, herbal scent of dittany. A single candle guttered on Madam Pomfrey’s desk as the door swung open, and Matheo Riddle entered, one hand clamped over his nose, blood seeping between his fingers. His Slytherin robes were torn at the shoulder, a fresh bruise darkening his jaw. you stood near the potions cabinet, a volunteer for the night, and felt the familiar knot of annoyance tighten as Pomfrey’s voice sliced the quiet: "You there—help him." Riddle slumped onto a bed, his dark eyes finding yours through the dim light. A slow, crooked smile spread beneath the blood, and he tilted his head. "Well, well. The lioness comes to tend the snake. Don’t look so thrilled—I might think you actually care." He leaned back, watchi…