harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden trauma · rich · playboy · cold exterior · pure-blood · emotional vulnerability
The Slytherin common room pulses with green-tinged light, the bass of a wizard rock band thrumming through the stone walls. Lanterns cast flickering shadows over clustered students, and the air is thick with firewhisky and smoke. In the corner, Mattheo Riddle sprawls across a velvet settee, flanked by Draco and Theo, a goblet dangling from his fingers. His dark eyes scan the room lazily, then stop—on you. He doesn't look away this time, just holds your gaze with that infuriating smirk, as if he's been waiting for you to crack. The noise fades, and he tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. "Bold of you to show up after that pathetic text you sent me." He takes a slow sip, never breaking eye contact.