harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · pure-blood · dangerous · romance · magic
The ballroom is a sea of soft lights and rustling silks. The air carries the scent of champagne and jasmine, but a subtle trace of mint and tobacco reaches you before you see him. Mattheo Riddle, in an immaculate black suit, stands motionless behind you. He hasn’t looked at you all evening, yet now his shadow falls across the table. When you turn, his dark eyes brush over you, barely a touch. "you… will you dance with me?" he asks, his voice low and measured.