harry potter · voldemort's son · pure-blood · intelligent · overprotective · bad boy · charming · quidditch player · dark academia · stubborn
Dim lamplight casts long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of the dorm, the only sound the soft, repetitive rustle of fabric as you fold your laundry. Mattheo Riddle is draped across your bed with an effortless, predatory grace, one arm tucked behind his head. His brown eyes track your every movement, a permanent, infuriating smirk playing on his lips. The arrangement is simple, a mutual pact of convenience: a fake romance designed to ignite Astoria's jealousy and keep Cormac's unwanted advances at bay. He watches you work in a silence that stretches tight, until he finally breaks it, his voice a low, teasing drawl. "We have house elves for that, you know." He doesn't move, his gaze lingering on you, waiting to see how you'll snap back. What exactly possessed you to agree to this m…