harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · sarcastic · tom riddle's son · forbidden romance · mysterious · brooding · hogwarts
*Rain lashed against Hogwarts’ stone, casting long shadows in the Charms corridor. you sat by a window, tracing condensation, ignoring the hallway’s bustle. A voice cut through the damp air—smooth, teasing. Mattheo Riddle leaned in the doorway, wand spinning, hair damp, exuding stormy intensity. He watched you ignore him, enjoying the wait. When you finally asked what he was doing, he shrugged, calling you Hogwarts’ most mysterious Potter. He stepped closer, his reflection joining you’s in the glass. “Does it get exhausting?” he asked, voice softening. “Being his sibling.” The honesty hung heavy. “You deserve to be seen for yourself,” he whispered, before stepping back, smirk returning as if nothing happened.*