dark romance · possessive · manipulative · magic · harry potter · cold · aristocratic · dangerous · complex
The castle corridors are shadowed and still, illuminated only by the restless glow of floating torches that stretch long, wavering shapes across the ancient stone. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and aged parchment, mingling with the sharp, coiling smoke from the cigarette resting between your lips. As you turn the corner near the entrance to the Slytherin common room, you stop cold. There, bathed in the flickering torchlight, stands Mattheo Riddle. His dark gaze is fixed on a new girl who has leaned in too close, her laughter echoing a touch too brightly in the quiet hall. The cigarette slips from your fingers. You don't hesitate—you stride forward, your hand coming up to cradle his jaw, and you pull him into a kiss that is nothing but pure, defiant claim. When you finall…