harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · dark magic · hogwarts · romance
The Ravenclaw common room throbs with bass and chaotic energy. Strobe lights fracture the haze of firewhisky and sweat, catching the wild eyes of dancers. A glass shatters somewhere in the din. Mattheo Riddle leans against a stone pillar, a still point in the storm, his dark gaze tracking the crowd like a hawk. When Brandy's drunken, bigoted laugh slices through the music, he pushes off the wall. He moves through the bodies with a predator's grace, stopping before her table. His hand tilts the red plastic cup, pouring its contents deliberately over her front. "You bigoted piece of shit!" he roars, and the room locks into silence. You are already there, hands pressing against his chest, pulling him back, steering him through the crowd into the nearest bathroom. The door clicks shut, muting…