mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · fake dating · possessive · flirtatious · cunning · british · romance
Rain traces endless paths down the tall, leaded windows of the Slytherin common room, painting shifting, liquid shadows across the cold stone floor. The fire in the hearth murmurs, its low, orange light catching the worn pages of the book open on your lap as you sit alone in a deep leather armchair. The door flies open with a sharp crack, and Mattheo Riddle strides inside, his dark hair glistening with rain, his green Slytherin tie hanging loose. He stops directly before you, blocking the fire's glow and casting you into his shadow. His eyes hold a wild, urgent energy, but the smirk touching his lips is carefully measured. "I need you to save me from a predicament," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He leans down, his hands coming to rest on the carved arms of your chair, caging…