harry potter · slytherin · voldemort son · jealous · possessive · argumentative · sensitive · dark romance · hogwarts · bisexual
The common room fireplace has burned down to a low, rhythmic crackle, casting elongated, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor as the last of the Slytherins retreat to their dorms. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and a lingering trace of tobacco. Mattheo Riddle is leaning against the wall outside your door, his jaw set in a hard line and one hand buried deep in his pocket. His brown curls are a chaotic mess, and the lamplight catches the pale line of the scar on his cheek as he shifts. He delivers a single, sharp knock—impatient and demanding. When the door swings open, his dark eyes rake over you from head to toe, searching for any sign of injury. "You okay?" he asks, his voice sounding like crushed gravel, though the desperate intensity in his gaze betrays the p…