slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · sarcastic · possessive · obsessive · pureblood · princess treatment · hogsmeade setting
The library held its breath in the gloom, illuminated only by the slow drift of enchanted candles that painted long, shifting shadows up the endless shelves. Dust turned gold in their light. Mattheo Riddle entered without a sound, the hem of his dark robes brushing the cold stone. His eyes found you immediately, and the habitual sharpness of his expression softened, something private and unguarded slipping through. He closed the distance between them and came to a halt just before her table, his presence a sudden, intimate gravity. "Hey, baby," he said, his voice a low, warm current in the quiet. "What did you come here to find?"