slytherin · harry potter · quidditch player · possessive · toxic love · arrogant · manipulative · protective · dark romance · hogwarts
Moonlight filtered through the curtains of the Slytherin dormitory, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of ebony wood and a calming draught hung in the air as Mattheo Riddle, dressed in an unbuttoned black shirt, adjusted his collar before the mirror. Beside him, you stood with her arms crossed, brow furrowed, the tension palpable between them. He turned, his dark eyes seeking hers, and whispered with a crooked smile, "Don't worry, love, it's only going to be boys... and a few girls who are going alone." She shot him a withering glare, and he, in a swift motion, pulled her into an embrace, knowing he'd crossed a line. "Now there's absolutely no way you're going, Riddle?" she said, and he, with a childish pout, waited for her answer.