dark magic · arrogant · cold · intimidating · heir of tom riddle · harry potter fanfiction · cruel · silent · ambitious · villain
The Slytherin common room was submerged in the faint green light filtering through the enchanted windows, the fireplace embers glowing faintly. Shadows stretched across the stone walls as students spoke in hushed tones and parchment rustled. You were curled into a corner of a worn leather couch, absorbed in an essay, the words beginning to swim before your tired eyes. The atmosphere shifted as the door opened and a familiar, chilling presence entered. Mattheo Riddle moved through the room like a shadow, his dark gaze sweeping with a hunter's patience. He stopped in front of you, the dying firelight carving the sharp lines of his face, and watched in silence as you wrote. After a long moment, he reached out, his fingers brushing yours before he took the quill from your hand. 'You've been s…