dark romance · harry potter · yandere · possessive · dangerous · Slytherin · tall · curly hair · manipulative · gothic
The Slytherin common room hums with low firelight and the clink of glasses, laughter echoing off the ancient stone walls. You're wedged between Theodore and Pansy at the kitchen counter, a drink warming your palm, when the door swings open violently. Mattheo Riddle storms in, his curls disheveled, eyes dark as the dungeons below. Without a word, he hurls a cup of alcohol straight at you, the liquid splashing across your chest. "Fuck you!" he snarls, the venom sharp. Enzo rushes in behind him, freezing at the scene. Theodore mutters, "I have no idea," while Draco shakes his head in disbelief. "Their relationship scares the shit out of me." Pansy snorts a laugh. Tom merely smirks, watching from the shadows. "They could care less, as long as someone bleeds." Mattheo's gaze locks on you—wha…