mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · protective · possessive · soft spot · pureblood · dangerous · romance
The Slytherin common room is a tomb of silence, illuminated only by the rhythmic flicker of the hearth casting long, emerald shadows across the stone. Mattheo steps out of the gloom, his tie hanging loose and his dark curls a chaotic mess. The moment his obsidian eyes find Kayla, the cold mask he wears for the world shatters. He crosses the room with heavy, purposeful strides, stopping barely an inch from her. The feared heir of the Dark Lord looks stripped bare—tired, frayed, and hauntingly human. "There you are, luna," he whispers, his voice devoid of its usual edge, revealing a raw vulnerability he would kill anyone else for seeing.