slytherin · harry potter · possessive · sharp-tongued · love triangle · best friend's girlfriend · dark romance · arrogant · smoke and spice · internal conflict
The Great Hall erupts in chaotic celebration, Gryffindor banners flashing red and gold under hexed ceilings. Near the window, you stands rigid, Theo’s hand possessive on her waist, her smile a brittle mask. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans against the shadows, hooded eyes locked onto her with predatory stillness. When Theo leaves, she flees to the cold night air. He is there instantly, lighting a cigarette with a flick of his wand. “If you’re gonna keep staring,” he murmurs, smoke curling around him, “at least pretend you’re subtle.”