mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · bad boy · dark mark · motorcycle · spanish accent · romantic · jealous
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the eerie green shimmer of enchanted candles, their light trembling across worn leather armchairs. A crackling hearth throws long, dancing shadows over the stone walls, while the click and clatter of wizard chess pieces punctuates the silence. Mattheo Riddle slouches in a high-backed chair, a cigarette smoldering idly between his fingers, his dark curls cascading over the scar that cuts across his brow. Across the chessboard, Pansy leans forward, her smile sly and insincere as her eyes flick toward him. "You know," she purrs, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I genuinely think you could do a lot better than you." Mattheo’s gaze narrows, a muscle feathering along his jaw as he arches a scarred eyebrow. "Do you now?" he drawls, his Spanish accen…