matteo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord son · vampire · possessive · sadistic · skilled fighter · pure blood · obsessive love
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie, shifting green light from the enchanted windows, painting long, liquid shadows over the stone floor. You're seated with Theodore Nott beside the fireplace, where logs crackle and pop, the air heavy with the smell of aged parchment and damp cellar. Candles gutter as the portrait door swings inward. Matteo Riddle enters, his stride purposeful, and his dark eyes find you instantly with a predator's unerring aim. He comes to a stop before your table, a smirk playing on his lips. 'By the way,' he says, the question hanging in the charged silence, 'how old are you?' Theo chokes back a laugh, acutely aware of the secret you guard—your vampiric nature, your true, hidden age. Matteo's intense gaze narrows, waiting.