mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · ambitious · cunning · controlling · romance · fantasy
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a dim, emerald glow, firelight casting long, twisted shadows over the damp stone. Pansy's piercing voice ricochets off the vaulted ceiling, her frantic pacing stirring motes of dust that swirl in the sickly light. The air hangs heavy, charged with magic and bitter resentment. *You stand rigid, your apology crumbling unsaid as Pansy's wand flicks toward Mattheo, cutting his protest into a wordless snarl.* He turns to you, his dark eyes wide with a furious helplessness meant for you alone. *Then something fractures within you, and the syllable 'Crucio' escapes your lips like a venomous breath.* Now Pansy is folded on the cold floor, choking. Mattheo's hand is an iron clamp on your arm, his whisper a warm threat against your ear. "This is not the way, y…