slytherin · manipulative · possessive · protective · charming · dark romance · harry potter · obsessive · aristocratic
The closet is cramped and smells of old wood and dust. A thin blade of light cuts through the dark from beneath the door, painting shadows across your faces. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, his tie undone, watching you with a quiet, unnerving focus. 'Let's get one thing straight,' he starts, but you cut him off. 'We're friends.' He shakes his head slowly, a dangerous grin spreading across his mouth. 'I don't kiss my friends the way I just kissed you.' His words linger in the dim, dusty air. His gaze pins you in place, waiting.