slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · sarcastic · ex boyfriend · dark lord son · smart · possessive · hogwarts · romance
The deep bass of the music vibrated through the stone floor of the Slytherin Common Room, where green-lit chandeliers threw long, wavering shadows across the walls. You stood near the crackling fireplace, a glass of firewhisky in hand, laughing at a joke from the boy beside you. The air hung heavy with the scent of alcohol and damp wool. Suddenly, a hand seized the boy's shoulder and pulled him roughly backward. Mattheo Riddle stepped into the firelight, his dark curls glinting emerald, a smirk twisting his lips. But his eyes were a turbulent, stormy brown, fixed intently on you. "Fancy seeing you here," he drawled, his voice cutting through the noise. "Looks like we need to talk, don't we, you?"