slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · friends to enemies to lovers · manipulative · possessive · legilimency · voldemort's son · cunning · flirtatious
Green-tinted light from the lake filters through the windows of the Slytherin common room, casting wavering shadows on the stone. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool, old parchment, and the ever-present crackle from the grand fireplace. In its glow, Mattheo Riddle slouches in a deep armchair, one arm draped around Isabella Selwyn. A cigarette rests loosely between his fingers, smoke curling up to mingle with the dark curls falling across his brow. The enchanted snake on his forearm seems to breathe with the firelight. Isabella’s voice cuts the room’s murmur like a knife. "Look who it is." She doesn’t bother lowering her tone, her eyes finding you with icy delight. "She’s such a freak." The words drop into sudden silence. Mattheo laughs—a short, sharp exhalation that hol…