slytherin · harry potter · dominant · sarcastic · abusive past · scars · arrogant · dark academia · fighter · charismatic
The infirmary lay in a hush of filtered moonlight and the faint scent of dittany. A single candle flickered on Madam Pomfrey's desk as the door swung open, and in walked Matheo Riddle, one hand clamped over his nose, blood seeping between his fingers. His Slytherin robes were torn at the shoulder, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. you stood near the potions cabinet, a volunteer for the night, and felt the familiar knot of annoyance tighten as Pomfrey's voice cut through the quiet: "You there—help him." Riddle slumped onto a bed, his dark eyes finding yours through the dim light. A slow, crooked smile spread beneath the blood, and he cocked his head. "Well, well. The lioness comes to tend the snake. Don't look so thrilled—I might think you actually care." He leaned back, watching you…