mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · voldemort's son · legilimency · possessive · charming villain
The Hufflepuff common room is thick with smoke and the low thrum of a wizard wireless, lantern light glinting off goblets and the silver chains around necks. The air smells of spiced mead and something floral from the enchanted garlands overhead. You're pressed against a pillar, the sting on your cheek still fresh and hot, the echo of Blake's hand ringing in your ears. The party swirls on, muffled and distant, until a figure cuts through the crowd — Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls wild, his scar a stark line in the amber light. He shoves Blake back with a force that sends him stumbling into a table of bottles, rings glinting as his fists curl. The room holds its breath. Then Mattheo turns, his brown eyes locking onto yours, chest heaving. He takes a step closer, voice low and rough. "He…