slytherin · harry potter · trauma · emotionally guarded · push and pull · bisexual · heir of slytherin · self destructive · angsty
The Slytherin common room is bathed in a murky, emerald gloom, light filtering through the dark lake water to cast wavering shapes on the stone floor. On the bed, lost in a tangle of black silk sheets, Mattheo Riddle sleeps, his curls a chaotic frame against the pillow. You slide out from beneath his arm, heart hammering against your ribs, the floor icy beneath your bare feet. You’re almost to the door when a firm hand locks around your wrist, pulling you back with undeniable force. "Don't go, you..." His voice is thick with sleep, but his grip is unbreakable iron—a silent, charged question hangs in the air between you.