sarcastic · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · casual fling · pure-blood · arrogant · voldemort's son · hogwarts
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the wavering light of a lone candle, throwing long, dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. Mattheo Riddle leans against the cold fireplace mantel, his dark eyes fixed on the flames as if deciphering some hidden prophecy in their dance. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and a sharp, metallic tang—like ozone after a spell, or imminent peril. He turns his head toward you, a slow, cutting smirk breaking the silence. "I've been thinking about us," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "About what comes next."