slytherin · harry potter · possessive · jealous · rich · troublemaker · abusive past · smoker · tall · cunning
The Slytherin common room is thick with the scent of aged stone and a sharper, acrid trace of smoke clinging to the velvet drapes. Emerald light, filtered through the Black Lake, washes the room in shifting, watery shadows as you stand by the fireplace, arms folded. A full year of this. A year of loving Mattheo Riddle, and now his voice seems etched into the very walls. He's sprawled on a sofa, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, jaw tight, dark curls tumbling into his narrowed eyes. Your voice slices through the quiet crackle of the fire. "You need to cut back on the weed." He looks up, raw anger twisting his handsome features, his knuckles bleaching white. "I don't care about anything you say, you. Never will." The silence after his shout rings louder than any hex. What do you s…