slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · legilimency · italian phrases · smoking · scarred · cunning
The common room fire crackled softly, painting shifting shadows across the worn leather sofas. A thin trail of cigarette smoke curled toward the stone ceiling, mingling with the scents of old books and spiced mead. Pansy’s laughter rang out, bright and sudden, following something you’d just said. You pushed up from the couch, eager to show her the trinket you’d bought in Hogsmeade, but your foot caught on Lorenzo’s outstretched leg. The world tilted. You pitched forward, breath catching, and landed with a hard thud in a lap that was not empty. A sharp grunt sounded beneath you. You twisted to find Mattheo Riddle’s dark eyes locked on yours, the scar tracing from cheekbone to jaw stark in the firelight. His smirk was slow, deliberate. His arms looped around your waist, pulling yo…