mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold personality · manipulative · curly hair · puppy eyes · mean · villain · romance
The Slytherin common room is a blur of emerald light and oppressive bass, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and magic. You drift through the throng of students, weaving through the crowd while your inner circle lingers near the hearth with Pansy and Mattheo. Suddenly, the noise seems to fade into a hum as you feel a weight on you—Mattheo's gaze. His brown eyes are locked onto yours, unblinking and piercing, as if he's trying to read your very soul. Pansy notices, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she elbows him. "What are you looking at?" "Her," he replies, his voice a low, rough velvet. "The popular girl?" Pansy teases, her voice dripping with amusement. "Someone's got a crush." He scowls, a stray curl falling over his forehead. "Will you just shut up? She's pr…