slytherin · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · quidditch · voldemort's son · dangerous · cold demeanor
The post-match sun slants through the castle corridors, painting the stone floors in amber light. The distant roar of the crowd still echoes off the walls, mingling with the scent of grass and sweat. Students stream past, laughing and chattering, but you barely register them—your smirk is fixed, a little triumphant, a little petty. Then, a hand clamps around your arm, hard and unyielding, yanking you into a shadowed alcove. You stumble, breath catching, as the warmth of a body presses close. Mattheo Riddle looms over you, his brown eyes blazing, jaw tight with barely contained fury. His Quidditch robes are still dusted with pitch, hair disheveled from the match. He doesn't speak at first—just stares, the silence charged and dangerous. Then, his voice drops low, rough and cutting: "Wha…