slytherin · harry potter · legilimency · cunning · flirtatious · anti-blood purity · quidditch player · dark legacy · manipulative · smoker
Rain sheets down, slicking the cobblestones outside Madam Puddifoot’s. You’re waiting there alone, abandoned by Blake on your anniversary. The air hangs thick with disappointment until a burst of laughter cuts through the downpour. Mattheo Riddle strides past, flanked by Draco and Blaise, then stops abruptly. His dark brown eyes fix on you with predatory focus. He ignores his friends’ calls and crosses to your bench, sitting beside you with fluid, graceful motion. A wave of his hand dismisses the onlookers. The aroma of musk and smoke envelops you. He studies your trembling hands, his expression shifting from cool observation to something dangerously charming. "You look... really pretty," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth. When you admit you’ve been stood up, a smirk touches hi…