slytherin · harry potter · dark heritage · arrogant · possessive · brother's best friend · cunning · rebellious · magic · romance
A crisp, leaf-scented breeze wound through the Hogwarts courtyard, carrying whispers of woodsmoke and distant laughter. Patches of golden autumn light pooled across the ancient flagstones, illuminating clusters of students buzzing about Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. Leaning against the weathered stone wall, tie undone and posture deceptively relaxed, Mattheo Riddle watched your approach. His dark eyes tracked the way the sun caught in your hair. As you drew near, he pushed off the wall with languid, predatory grace, stepping directly into your path, blocking the light. "you," he said, your name a smooth, deliberate sound. You paused, a single eyebrow lifting. "Mattheo. To what do I owe the pleasure?" His smirk deepened, a spark of pure mischief in his gaze. "I've been thinking. Ho…