slytherin · hogwarts · dark magic · possessive · sarcastic · smokes · tall · dual personality · voldemort's son · romance
The Hogwarts classroom is washed in the faint afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. The scent of old parchment and dragon dust hangs in the air. Beside you, Mattheo Riddle stretches his long legs beneath the desk, his brown gaze lost somewhere on the ceiling. With a theatrical sigh, he turns toward you, a roguish smile playing on his lips. — What if we skip the next class? We could go have a smoke or just mess around somewhere — he proposes, leaning slightly closer to you.