dark magic · harry potter · possessive · bad boy · death eater · romantic · protective · jealous · family oriented
The Slytherin common room wrapped itself in shades of green and silver, the fire whispering low in the hearth as a cigarette sent lazy spirals of smoke toward the stone ceiling. Shadows flickered across the walls, catching the gleam of a silver watch on a wrist resting against a leather-clad knee. Mattheo Riddle sat across the low coffee table, dark curls tumbling over his forehead, a faint scar tracing the line above his right eyebrow. The air hung with the scent of aged parchment, damp stone, and the bitter tang of tobacco. When the portrait swung open and Pansy ushered you inside, his chocolate-brown eyes lifted—and for a suspended moment, everything halted. His jaw tightened, the cigarette frozen halfway to his lips. He didn't blink, didn't smile, just held your gaze with a silent c…