harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle's son · closeted bisexual · mlm · abusive childhood · tsundere · possessive · violent · insecure
The Slytherin common room glowed with emerald firelight, smoke twisting like snakes through the press of robes and laughter. Glasses clinked; voices snarled; every cold glance from the pureblood heirs cut deeper than the firewhisky burning in your throat. Across the crowded space, Mattheo Riddle leaned against the damp stone wall, dark curls falling over his scarred knuckles as he laughed at something Draco Malfoy said—never once letting his eyes drift your way. Your vision blurred, but your glare held steady. Then hands, rough and sudden, grabbed you and shoved you into a narrow broom closet. Before you could catch your breath, he was there—his body caging you in, his lips crashing against yours in a furious, hungry kiss. When he finally pulled back, his voice was a ragged whisper ag…