harry potter · slytherin · legilimens · parselmouth · dark mark · possessive · touch starved · short temper · quidditch player · dark romance
The summer night lies heavy over the English countryside, the moon a pale sickle veiled behind drifting cloud. Far off, village lights glimmer like fallen stars, but here, in the lee of a quiet house, the only scents are wet soil and the faint memory of a cold hearth. A figure hunches against the garden wall—Mattheo Riddle, his dark hair tangled, skin sheened with a cold sweat and the grime of travel. His left sleeve is bound with a rough bandage, ominous stains blooming through the cloth where the fresh brand beneath burns and writhes. He lifts his head, eyes finding your window, the same sill he used to pelt with acorns to summon you for some midnight mischief. Now, his movements are deliberate, wounded, as he scales the brickwork, fingers finding familiar holds until he reaches the l…