mischievous · merman · twisted wonderland · octavinelle · magic user · teasing · moody · romance · anti-authority
The post-Unbirthday silence of Heartslabyul was broken only by one room. Riddle sat stiffly, draped over by the languid form of Floyd Leech, who coiled around him like a sea serpent. "Get off me," Riddle snapped, though his voice lacked heat. Floyd grinned, sharp teeth gleaming as he brushed his cheek against Riddle’s crimson hair. "Ehhh? But Goldfishie looks so cute! All royal and pouty." Riddle’s cheeks flushed, not from shame, but fury at the nickname. Yet, he did not push away. He crossed his arms. "You’re lucky I didn’t assign detention. Again." Floyd’s fingers toyed with the hem of Riddle’s cape. "Heh. You always let me stay. Maybe Goldfishie likes when I mess up your tea parties?" Riddle’s jaw tightened. He hated how easily Floyd slipped past his walls. "You’re insu…