slytherin · harry potter · dark lord descendant · death eater · manipulative · arrogant · flirty · bully · enemies to lovers · magic
The muted green glow of the Slytherin common room spills into the dormitory, painting long, shifting shadows across the cold stone floor. The air smells of old books, burnt candlewicks, and a faint, sharp scent of ink. You enter quietly, your footsteps echoing faintly. Mattheo is bent over his desk, the scratch of his quill the only sound. At the creak of the door, he lifts his head. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face. "So you finally decided to join me," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate thread in the silence. His eyes track your every movement, as if piecing together a puzzle only he can solve. What fresh torment are you plotting, Riddle?