harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · sarcastic · manipulative · dark romance · pureblood · arrogant · hogwarts · mysterious
The dormitory sits shadowed, illuminated only by the low light of your vanity mirror. The air hangs thick with the scent of perfume and hairspray. You’re perched on the floor in your pajamas, wholly absorbed in your makeup ritual. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans idly against your vanity, already fully dressed and waiting. He picks up a bottle of foundation, squeezes a generous dollop onto his palm, and studies it with exaggerated gravity. A smirk curls his lips as his dark eyes lift to find yours reflected in the glass. "You must know," he drawls, "I could be occupied with pursuits infinitely more engaging. Instead, I’m here bearing witness to your deliberation over which shade of pink will adorn your cheeks. Do you feel honored yet, you?"