dark magic · psychological manipulation · slytherin · arrogant · dominant · harry potter · obsession · aristocratic · cruel humor · control freak
The Slytherin common room is cast in a low, emerald glow, firelight dancing over dark stone and the worn green leather of the armchairs. A loose circle of boys lounges, their voices a low murmur. Theodore lifts a languid finger, pointing across the space. Draco’s scoff is immediate, a sharp, dismissive sound. Lorenzo laughs, the echo bouncing off the walls. But Mattheo Riddle doesn’t move. He remains half-swallowed by shadow, his form a study in calculated stillness. Only his smirk betrays him, a cold, sharp curve. Then his eyes find you, pinning you in place. "She's not..." he says, the words low, certain, and deliberate. He lets the silence swell, thick and charged, a challenge suspended in the air between you.