dark magic · cold · calculating · aristocratic · villain · obsessive · power hungry · threatening
The Slytherin common room hums with low-burning firelight and the heavy aroma of Firewhiskey and smoke. Shadows twist against the stone walls as students sway to a deep, rhythmic pulse. Mattheo Riddle leans back against the cool wall, amber liquid swirling in his glass, his expression one of detached boredom beside Theodore Nott, who offers a lazy wink to a passing witch. Then his dark eyes land on you—dancing with Parkinson, your dress flowing like ink, catching every flicker of the hearth. He goes still. The room narrows to that single point. He nudges Theo with his elbow, tipping his chin toward you. "What's her name?" Theodore follows his line of sight and snorts. "She'll squash you like an insect." Mattheo's jaw tightens, his voice dropping to a low, urgent growl. "Her *name.*" Not…