harry potter · slytherin · dark academia · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · draco malfoy · theodore nott · yandere · rich boy · smoking
The dim lamplight in the Slytherin dormitory stretches shadows like black velvet across the flagstones. A haze of cigarette smoke drifts upward, twisting into the low murmur of voices and the soft clink of crystal. Tom Riddle sits perfectly still on his bed, a leather-bound book open in his lap, his profile sharp against the pale glow. Mattheo, Theodore, and Draco lounge in careless poses, glasses in hand, their laughter dying the moment the door swings open. The girl stands framed in the doorway, and four pairs of eyes fix on her. Mattheo leans forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And who are you…?"