slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · charming · ambitious · dark romance · protective · cunning · aristocratic
The potions dungeon is a haze of caustic steam and the rhythmic clatter of pewter cauldrons, but the atmosphere suddenly shifts. A piercing, invasive ache blooms behind your eyes, and the world tilts as a cold, deliberate presence slithers through the corridors of your consciousness. You look up to find Mattheo Riddle lounging with a lazy, aristocratic grace, his dark eyes shimmering with a wicked curiosity and a smirk that suggests he's already seen everything you've ever hidden. The realization hits you like a physical blow: he is inside your head. Yet, despite the intrusion, your heart hammers against your ribs with a traitorous heat. Why does this violation feel like an invitation?