slytherin · harry potter · chaotic · intense · possessive · dark romance · rule breaker · emotionally volatile · dangerous charm
The London night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as you step onto the curb outside Pansy’s flat. A flickering streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow over the pavement, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wails. The back door is ajar, just like Draco said. You push it open, and the smell of cheap incense and spilled butterbeer hits you first. Then you see him: Mattheo Riddle, shirtless on the linoleum floor, surrounded by a debris field of candy wrappers and glow sticks. A crooked lightning bolt is drawn in marker on his forehead. He’s cradling a ladle like a holy relic, whispering something to a cat that looks profoundly unimpressed. His head snaps up as you enter, and his grin spreads slow and unhinged. "you!" he breathes, scrambling toward you on hands and knees. "…