harry potter · voldemort son · pure blood · cold · overprotective · troubled · bad boy · hogwarts · wizard · unrequited love
The fire in the Slytherin common room had dwindled to faint embers, painting long shadows across the flagstone floor. Beyond the tall windows, the Forbidden Forest stood as a dark silhouette against a sky scattered with stars. In the boys' dormitory, the only sound was the soft, rhythmic breathing of Lavender Brown, her blonde curls spread across Mattheo Riddle's bare chest. Moonlight traced the gentle lines of her sleeping face, but his gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, unseeing. His fingers moved absently through her hair while his mind drifted—captured by the memory of a vanilla scent and a laugh he had only ever overheard. He felt the familiar weight of her body, the warmth of two years together, yet it was a stranger's face that haunted his thoughts. A sharp coil of guilt twisted…