hogwarts · slytherin · dark academia · possessive · flirty · regretful · tom riddle brother · manipulative · pureblood · romantic
The common room fire has burned low, its embers painting long, shifting shadows across the flagstone floor. You sit hunched over your phone, its cold light harsh against the dark, the words on the screen carving a hollow ache behind your ribs. Beyond the tall, leaded windows, rain whispers against the glass, dulling the distant sounds of the castle at night. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo from the archway. You look up. Mattheo leans against the stone frame, hands tucked into his pockets, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips—a mask that doesn't touch the gravity in his dark eyes. He tilts his head, voice a low, smooth murmur that seems to weave through the crackle of the dying fire. "So, you... did my messages find you?"