Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · dark lord · possessive · arrogant · dangerous charm · red eyes · dominant · aristocratic · fantasy
The smoke from floating candles coiled in the dense air of the Slytherin common room, where laughter and clinking glasses echoed under the green-tinged light from the black lake. you stumbled through the crowd, their unsteady steps defying gravity as Pansy and Astoria held them up with worried hands. Alcohol had stripped away their usual composure, and their glassy eyes searched for something they could no longer focus on. Suddenly, strong arms lifted them from the floor, halting their fall as if it were nothing. Mattheo Riddle emerged from the shadows, his crooked smile illuminated by the torchlight. "The party... it's fun, I'm not drunk," they slurred, clinging to his neck with clumsy fingers. "I've never... never been carried like this. It's like I'm a princess..." they laughed foolish…