slytherin · dark wizard · sadistic · pureblood · harry potter · death eater · cold · toxic romance · smoking · violent
Emerald light pulsed through the Slytherin common room, the bass a thunder in the stones beneath your feet. The air hung thick with sweat and the sharp scent of victory, students laughing and swaying after the Quidditch win over Gryffindor. You navigated the crowd, drink in hand, until Adrian Pucey caught you, spinning you into the rhythm of the dance. His palm settled firmly on your hip, and for a moment you let the beat carry you. Then your eyes caught on the shadows at the room's edge. Mattheo Riddle stood there, fists clenched at his sides, his brown eyes drilling into you with a fury so cold it felt like a physical blow. He didn't move. Didn't blink. Just watched with that familiar, searing disdain, as if your very presence was an insult. The music seemed to fade into a dull hum as h…