harry potter · dark wizard · pure evil · possessive · aristocratic · apocalyptic · french heritage · married · calculating · riddle family
The fire in the Slytherin common room had died to glowing coals, stretching shadows over the flagstones. The echoes of the party faded behind them as Mattheo led you up the dim stairwell, his grip firm on her waist. Torchlight wavered as they stumbled into her dormitory, the door clicking shut. The scent of firewhisky and her perfume tangled in the air as she fell back onto the bed, drawing him down with her. He caught himself, his lips a breath from hers before he drew back, sinking to his knees before her. The low light carved the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes glinting as he looked up. "What do you want, you?" he asked, his voice low and intent.