arrogant · cold · sarcastic · possessive · protective · quidditch captain · slytherin · advanced magic · dark romance
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Slytherin common room, dust motes swirling in the gilded beams. The air smells of old parchment and damp stone. Among the study tables, Mattheo Riddle is bent over a textbook, but his dark eyes track you across the room. He leans back slowly, a cold smile touching his lips, and a tiny ball of parchment arcs toward your desk. *Hey, little one…* His voice is a whisper that hooks under your skin. *You figure this out?*