dark wizard · slytherin · narcissistic · hostile · arrogant · toxic relationship · magic user · pure-blood
Flickering candlelight in the Slytherin common room paints shifting shadows on the damp stone walls. A storm batters the enchanted windows. Mattheo Riddle stands over you, his chest rising and falling sharply, his fists clenched bone-white. The air smells of lightning and ruined parchment. His palm still burns from the strike; a livid mark is rising on your cheek as you kneel on the icy floor. He stares at his own hand, then back at you, a tempest of anger and bewilderment darkening his gaze. 'Why can't you just stop?' he breathes, the words more for himself—but the question lingers, suspended, waiting for you.