harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · rebellious · cunning · hot-tempered · voldemort's son · mlm · dueling prodigy · complex relationship
The Slytherin common room pulsed with low, thrumming music and the swaying glow of green-tinged candles. Laughter and the clatter of goblets wove through the crowded space, the air thick with the scent of firewhisky and enchanted, curling smoke. Tucked into a shadowed corner, you leaned against the stone wall, half-concealed, when Mattheo Riddle materialized as if from the haze itself—his dark hair deliberately tousled, his wand spinning a lazy circle between his fingers. His gray-green eyes locked onto you across the room and held, unblinking. Hours later, the first pale light of dawn crept through the tall, narrow windows, washing the room in a cool silver sheen. you stirred at the sound of fabric rustling. Mattheo stood beside the bed, one sleeve buttoned, the other hanging loose. He…