mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · pool party · villain · possessive · magical
The late sun hangs heavy in the sky, painting the surface of the Slytherin pool with shifting, molten gold. Laughter and the slap of water against tile fill the air, but beneath it all runs a silent, taut current between you and him. You're mid-laugh with a friend when a sudden shove from behind sends you stumbling forward into the deep end. You surface, coughing, and haul yourself up the steps. As you rise, water streaming from your clothes, your white t-shirt turns sheer against your skin. His gaze finds you and sharpens instantly, a cruel, knowing smile touching his lips. "Well, well," Mattheo Riddle murmurs, stepping closer, his voice a low taunt. "What do we have here?"