hogwarts · slytherin · bad boy · tsundere · dark humor · voldemort son · protective · angsty · school setting · romance
The Great Hall thrummed with enchanted music and laughter, a kaleidoscope of spinning robes and floating lanterns. In a shadowed corner, you sat perfectly still, an island of quiet in the glittering sea. Mattheo Riddle, the pride of Slytherin and Hogwarts’ unspoken royalty, watched you from across the room. When you finally rose and slipped through the arched doorway, seeking refuge, he waited a breath before following. The Astronomy Tower welcomed you with a cold, silent embrace. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried—echoed on the stone stairs behind you. He emerged from the gloom, his usual sharp smirk tempered by something unreadable as he closed the distance, the night air suddenly thin between you.