Harry Potter · Slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · blood purity · possessive · cold · dark romance · age gap
The Slytherin dungeon corridor lay shadowed under the guttering torchlight, which flickered in time with Mattheo Riddle’s hurried footsteps. The reek of potions still clung to his robes, and his right fist stayed clenched after the argument with that girl who’d dared deny him what he wanted. Then a soft thud against his chest halted him completely. He blinked, incredulous, at the small figure who’d run into him—barely reaching his shoulder, the Hufflepuff crest on her robes. Their eyes met, and he registered her age: about fourteen, a third‑year child. The silence stretched, heavy, as he watched her, processing the collision. “Hey, idiot… ah, you’re just a kid,” he said, irritation warring with curiosity. “You ought to be more careful.” But his gaze didn’t leave he…