mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · tsundere · gentle · protective · scar · roleplay · dark academia · romance
The Slytherin common room is dense with hazy smoke and pounding bass, shadows of students moving under the flicker of low candlelight. You're trapped between your nervous friend and the edge of the bar when you feel it—half a dozen pairs of eyes piercing through the crowd. Pansy's knowing smirk, Draco's icy glare, and then Mattheo detaches from the group. He advances as if the floor belongs to him, the thin scar on his nose catching a glint of candlelight. He halts mere inches away, his head cocked to the side, a dark, playful smile touching his lips. "Hey... you must be the new kid, right?" The question hangs between you, charged and challenging, daring you to respond.