harry potter · mattheo riddle · possessive · tsundere · dark romance · pure-blood · arrogant · obsessive · wizarding world · flirtatious
The low firelight paints shifting shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room, the echo of Theodore's ascent fading into silence. He entrusted you to my supervision. I rest against the arched entrance, arms folded, a deliberate, knowing smile curving my mouth. "It appears we have the room to ourselves, angel." I take a slow step forward, the flames glinting in my gaze. "Your brother places his faith in me. It's a significant error in judgment." The space between us hums with possibility. What is your next move, now that we are truly alone?