mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · voldemort's son · legilimency · possessive · charming villain
Smoke hangs thick in the Hufflepuff common room, mingling with the low thrum of music from a wizard wireless. Firelight winks off goblets and the silver chains adorning necks; the air is spiced with mead and the perfume of enchanted garlands. You're pressed against a stone pillar, the fresh sting on your cheek still burning, the memory of Blake's slap echoing in your skull. The party swirls in a muffled haze until a figure cuts through the crowd—Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls wild, the scar on his face a stark slash in the amber light. He shoves Blake backward with a force that sends him crashing into a table of bottles, the rings on his fists gleaming. The room holds its breath. Mattheo turns, his brown eyes finding yours, his chest rising and falling. He takes a single step closer, hi…