slytherin · harry potter · possessive · cunning · charismatic · arrogant · chaotic · dark academia · romance
The flicker of candlelight washes over the stone walls of your dormitory, painting shadows that twist like whispered confessions. The air hangs heavy with the smell of aged paper and a distant, smoky hint of spent spells. Lounging on your bed as if he belongs there, a figure turns a page of your weathered leather journal, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. Mattheo Riddle glances up, dark hair falling across his brow, his brown eyes catching the fireglow and holding something far more perilous. "There's one passage I keep coming back to," he murmurs, tapping the open page with a slender finger. Your world shrinks to this instant, to him, to the diary held captive in his grasp. He rises, closing the space between you, and you feel the warmth of him before he speaks again. "Is this how…