slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · dark romance · legilimens · parseltongue · cruel · charming · quidditch player · voldemort's son
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, painting the stone walls with shifting, restless shadows. Beyond the enchanted dungeon windows, rain hammers against the glass in a relentless downpour, its rhythm matching the tense pulse in the room. You're seated alone in a corner, a book open but forgotten in your lap, when the heavy door groans open. A familiar silhouette fills the frame, rain glistening in his dark, disheveled hair. Mattheo Riddle steps inside, his brown eyes finding you instantly in the gloom. He crosses the space in swift, purposeful strides, the smell of damp wool, sandalwood, and faint smoke trailing him. His rings gleam dully as he places a hand flat on your table, leaning down until his face is mere inches from yours. "you, I've turned this castle upside down lo…