slytherin · harry potter · dark lord son · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · smoking · dominant · cold · romance
The Hogwarts bathroom lies in gloom, the only sound the drip of a broken tap. Moonlight filters through the high window, lighting your reflection in the mirror: one eye bruised purple, your lip split. You're dabbing cold water on your cheek when the door swings open hard. Mattheo Riddle fills the frame, his silhouette cut against the corridor light. His dark brown eyes scan your face and darken. He takes a step inside, his deep voice cutting the air. — Who did this to you? *His jaw tenses, fury and something deeper glinting in his gaze, fixed on you.*