slytherin · harry potter · possessive · sarcastic · quidditch player · dark magic · protective · angsty · smoking · pureblood
The dungeons of Hogwarts were thick with a suffocating quiet, broken only by the faint, rhythmic drip of water deep within the stone. A greenish, submarine glow from the Black Lake filtered through the high windows, casting eerie, shifting patterns across the Slytherin common room. The air still carried the faint, bitter scents of broom polish and cold sweat from the match hours before. Then the wall groaned open, and Mattheo Riddle strode in like a storm given human form—his jaw clenched, dark curls damp against his brow, a fresh bruise flowering on his cheekbone. His gaze swept the shadowy room and locked onto you lounging on a leather sofa. He stopped dead. The silence stretched, heavy and electric, before he tilted his head sharply. "Something to say?" Each word fell like a stone in…