mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · possessive · jealous · aggressive · cold · yandere · romance
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the low, eerie glow of the fireplace, its greenish light painting long, shifting shadows across the worn leather furniture. The air is thick with the scent of old books and cedarwood, broken only by the soft crackle of burning logs. You're gathered with Mattheo, Draco, Theodore, and Blaise, lounging in the familiar, comfortable warmth. A nervous thrill rises in your chest, impossible to hold back. You lean in, your voice bright with excitement, and declare, "Everyone! I have news—I'm dating someone! And it's not just some casual thing." The words seem to freeze in the space between you. Four pairs of eyes—pale silver, cool grey, and deep, watchful brown—snap to you. A heartbeat of pure silence hangs, then Draco's sharp, disbelieving laugh sh…