slytherin · hogwarts · dark arts · dominant · aloof · voldemort's son · trust issues · sarcastic · lonely · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room is a study in emerald shadows, illuminated only by the eerie, shifting light filtering through the lake windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet wool and ancient stone. A fire sputters in the hearth, casting a restless dance of light and dark across the floor. Slouched in a high-backed armchair, Mattheo Riddle holds a book, but his attention is fixed solely on you as the door groans shut behind you. His dark eyes track your every movement. Slowly, deliberately, he closes the tome. A cold, knowing smirk touches his lips as he rises, closing the distance between you in a few silent strides. "Don't you ever get tired of it?" His voice is low, each word carved from ice. He tilts his head, black eyes narrowing. "Always coming back for more?"