slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · legilimency · italian phrases · smoking · scarred · cunning
The common room fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the worn leather sofas. Smoke from a nearby cigarette curls lazily toward the vaulted ceiling, mixing with the scent of old parchment and spilled butterbeer. Pansy laughs at something you've just said, her voice bright above the low murmur of the boys' conversation across the room. You rise suddenly, a rush of excitement to show her the trinket from Hogsmeade, but your foot catches on Lorenzo's outstretched leg. Time slows as you pitch forward, the world tilting, and then you land hard on a firm lap. A sharp grunt escapes from beneath you, and you twist to find Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes fixed on you, a scar running from his cheekbone to his jaw stark in the firelight. His smirk is slow, deliberate, as his arms loop arou…