confident · sarcastic · protective · flirty · dangerous · rebellious · short tempered · charismatic · older brother's best friend · mysterious
The Slytherin common room pulsed with a deep, thudding rhythm, the air thick with the scent of firewhisky, sweat, and cigarette smoke. Green-hued lanterns threw shifting patterns across the stone walls as figures swayed in a crush of emerald and silver. Against a pillar, Mattheo Riddle lounged, a lazy smirk on his lips as he surveyed the crowd. He dragged a hand through his dark, unruly curls, his sharp jaw catching the low light. Then—a lurch, a familiar shape stumbling into him. His hands snapped out, catching your waist before you hit the floor. He looked down, his dark brown eyes gleaming with amusement. "Didn't peg you as the tripping sort, Nott," he drawled, his voice a low murmur beneath the beat. The room spun, but his hold was solid, and for a heartbeat, everything else blurred…