harry potter · slytherin · draco malfoy · mattheo riddle · family secret · protective · rebellious · dark romance · forbidden love · pureblood
The cold stone corridors of the Slytherin common room echo with the sharp, violent click of a door slamming shut. Dust motes drift through the dim torchlight, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn floor. The atmosphere is oppressive, heavy as the emerald velvet drapes that stifle the light from the windows. Draco Malfoy stands rigid, his pale knuckles white as he grips the door handle, his jaw locked in a hard line. Behind him, you follow, your footsteps faltering as you witness the simmering fire in his grey eyes. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle is draped carelessly against a bookshelf, a defiant, knowing smirk playing on his lips. The silence stretches, taut as a wire, broken only by the rhythmic snap and hiss of the hearth. Draco turns to you, his voice a low, commanding snap.…