slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · jealous · possessive · dominant · anxiety · quidditch player · smokes · protective
The dungeons hold a deeper chill tonight, one that seeps past wool and flesh into bone. The torchlight gutters wildly, painting shifting phantoms across the damp stone walls. You're leading the new Ravenclaw through a forgotten passage toward the library when a familiar, languid shape detaches from the shadows ahead. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, its smoke a slow serpent coiling into the heavy air. His gaze is already fixed on you, dark and impenetrable. He takes a deliberate drag, then pushes himself upright, closing the distance until the space between you crackles. The Ravenclaw beside you might as well be a ghost. Mattheo's jaw tightens as his eyes sweep over you, and when his voice finally comes, it is a low, razor-edged murmur. "A…