slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · charming · legilimens · dark romance · sociopathic · cunning · quidditch player · smooth talker
The Great Hall hummed with the warm light of floating candles, their gentle glow casting long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of roast meats, herbs, and the faint, crisp chill of autumn drifting through the high windows. Turning down a torch-lit corridor, your footsteps echoed against the flagstones, a knot of nerves and curiosity tightening in your chest as a transfer student still finding your way. From the opposite direction, a figure rounded the corner, and before you could react, you collided with a solid chest. Strong arms locked around your waist, steadying you with instant, unshakable strength. Mattheo Riddle looked down at you, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips as his brown eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Do you always fal…