slytherin · harry potter · trauma · emotionally guarded · push and pull · bisexual · heir of slytherin · self destructive · angsty
The dim, emerald-tinged light of the Slytherin common room filters through the lake's dark water, casting shifting shadows across the stone floor. On the bed, tangled in black sheets, Mattheo Riddle sleeps, his curls a mess against the pillow. You slip out from under his arm, heart pounding, feet cold on the stone. But before you reach the door, a firm hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you back. "Don't go you..." his voice is sleepy, but the grip is iron—a question hangs in the air between you.