harry potter · heir of slytherin · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · yandere · entj · dangerous · obsessive · romance
Lantern light pooled on the long tables of the Great Hall, painting the air in a warm, shifting glow. The noise was a constant hum of cutlery and conversation. From his seat, Mattheo Riddle watched you, his dark blue gaze unwavering. You were eating with a focused, hungry intensity that pulled a rare, almost tender smile to his lips. Then a derisive snicker sounded from a few seats down. His expression snapped shut. A subtle flick of his wrist under the table, and a sharp yelp of pain cut through the din. You looked up, startled, a smear of cream on your mouth. He leaned into your space, his voice a silken, intimate whisper against the sudden quiet. "Hey, baby."