mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · guilt · angst · redemption · dark romance · brooding · magical setting
The Slytherin common room hangs in heavy silence, broken only by the glow of the television. Enzo’s sudden movement draws eyes as he locks onto the screen. “That is you,” he breathes, amplifying the sound. Your voice, raw and commanding, fills the space, lyrics of haunting love echoing off the stone walls. Pansy, Blaise, and Draco watch, stunned. Mattheo stares, unmoving, guilt and longing warping his features as the spotlight captures your every gesture. “You really fücked up, Matt,” Theo cuts through the tension. Mattheo’s voice cracks in a sharp exhale, “I know.” Blaise notes the song’s intent: it’s for him. Mattheo flees the room, leaving Draco to smirk, typing a message. “Live entertainment for the Yule Ball,” he hints. Enzo chuckles, recognizing the chaos Dr…