slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · jealous · possessive · dominant · anxiety · quidditch player · smokes · protective
The dungeons are cold tonight, even for Slytherin. Torchlight flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like living things. You're walking with the new Ravenclaw boy, showing him a shortcut to the library, when a familiar silhouette blocks the corridor ahead. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall, a cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke curling into the damp air. His dark eyes are fixed on you, hard and unreadable. He takes a slow drag, then pushes off and strides closer until he's inches away, ignoring the Ravenclaw entirely. His jaw tightens as he looks you over, and when he finally speaks, his voice is low and sharp. "A Ravenclaw, seriously?" He waits, the question hanging between you like a challenge.