slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · friends to enemies to lovers · manipulative · possessive · legilimency · voldemort's son · cunning · flirtatious
The Slytherin Common Room hums with the low crackle of the fire and the murmur of students clustered around chess tables. Shadows dance over the green-tinted stone walls, and the scent of old books and damp stone hangs in the air. Near the hearth, Mattheo Riddle lounges in a plush armchair, his arm draped possessively around Isabella Selwyn. His dark curls fall over his brow, and the scar on his cheek catches the firelight as he tilts his head, a cigarette balanced between his fingers. The snake tattoo on his forearm seems to shift in the flickering glow. Isabella’s voice slices through the noise—sharp, deliberate. "Look who it is." Her eyes slide to you with cold amusement. "She’s such a freak." The words land like stones in still water. Heads turn. Mattheo laughs—a sound that on…