harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · manipulative · sarcastic · dark academia · possessive · pure-blood · arrogant · magical
The torchlight in the Slytherin corridor gutters, painting the damp stones in shifting amber and deep shadow. You slip out of the common room, the soft fabric of your safer choice whispering against your skin, when you find Mattheo already waiting. He leans against the wall, one shoulder propped on cold stone, his dark eyes catching the firelight like polished jet. A slow, knowing smile curls at the corner of his mouth. "What did you do with it?" he asks, his voice a low, drawling thread in the silence. "That pretty top you were wearing. Tell me you didn't let their words get under your skin."