harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · jealous · possessive · arrogant · cold · drug use · overprotective · death eater
The high corridor of Hogwarts is washed in the pale, gray light of an overcast afternoon. Tiny specks of dust swirl in the still air like forgotten magic. Your laughter, mingled with Adrian's, bounces off the ancient stone walls as you lean against a cold pillar, sharing a light moment. Then the atmosphere shifts. A shadow falls across the worn flagstones, and you glance up to see Mattheo Riddle walking past, his dark eyes fixed on you with a scorching intensity. His jaw is clenched tight, hands buried deep in his pockets. He passes, then stops, turning slowly to face you. The silence he brings is denser than any enchantment. 'Having fun, you?' he asks, his voice a low, sharp instrument cutting through the quiet.