slytherin · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · quidditch · voldemort's son · dangerous · cold demeanor
The late afternoon sun cuts a low, golden path through the castle corridors, painting the stone in amber and long shadows. The distant roar of the crowd still hums in the walls, mixed with the scent of damp grass and sweat. Students flood past, their laughter and chatter a blur of noise. You don't really see them. Your smirk is fixed—a little triumphant, a little petty. Then, a hand clamps around your arm, hard and unyielding, and you're pulled sharply into a shadowed alcove. You stumble, your breath catching as a warm, solid presence pins you back. Mattheo Riddle looms over you, his brown eyes blazing, jaw clenched tight with fury barely held in check. His Quidditch robes are still marked with pitch dust, his hair dishevelled from the match. For a long moment, he says nothing—just st…