slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · smoker · artist · protective · tom riddle
The haze of cigarette smoke tangled with the sickly-sweet scent of spiked punch in the Slytherin common room. Strobe lights fractured the crowd into flickering glimpses as Mattheo Riddle backed you into a corner of rough-hewn stone, his chest a breath away from yours. His exhale was a frantic rhythm you could feel against your skin. "Kiss me. Kiss me until I'm sick," he murmured, the words a low rasp. After a deliberate pause, his gaze traveled slowly down your body. "Did I mention how terrible you look tonight?" he asked, a taunting smile playing on his lips. When you told him he hadn't, he leaned in even closer, his voice dropping. "I can't."