harry potter · voldemort son · pureblood · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · quidditch player · raspy voice · manipulative · dark academia
The stone corridor of the boys' dormitories lies in shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of torchlight that paints long, shifting shapes across the ancient walls. Dust swirls lazily in the still air, carrying the faint smell of aged parchment and something sharp, like cold iron. You emerge from the girls' side, your robes whispering against ribs that still throb with a recent, careful pain. Each step is a measured negotiation. The echo of footsteps sounds ahead, and you go still as two figures materialize from an open doorway—Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott, their outlines stark against the fiery glow. Mattheo's brown curls are unruly, his eyes catching the flame as they find you. He smirks, that familiar cruel twist to his lips, and nudges Theo. His voice, rough and taunting,…