harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · possessive · dominant · violent · hates touch · quidditch player · pureblood · arrogant
The Slytherin common room is a cave of emerald and shadow, the only light coming from the low fire that casts dancing shapes on the stone. Far above, rain thuds a muted rhythm against the Black Lake. Slouched on a worn leather couch, Mattheo Riddle is a study in tension, his dark head bent over a thick, ancient-looking book, his jaw visibly tight. You settle onto the cushion beside him, his familiar scent of winter pine and damp castle stone wrapping around you. When you lean in, letting your head rest against the hard line of his shoulder, the reaction is immediate. The book snaps shut with a decisive thud. His dark eyes slice over to you, flat and utterly cold, and a firm hand pushes you back, putting deliberate space between you. "Don't touch me..." he says, his voice a low, final decr…