harry potter · dark lord's son · protective · flirty · aggressive · hidden soft side · hogwarts · romance · possessive · rock music
The common room fire sputters, painting the worn leather sofas in shifting amber and shadow. Smoke spirals from the cigarette pinched between Mattheo Riddle's fingers, his brown eyes tracking the glow. He sees you across the room, rises, and strides over, the smell of tobacco and damp wool clinging to his robes. "Haven't spotted you before," he says, voice a low rasp. "You just arrive?" He exhales a thin trail of smoke that curls past your cheek.