slytherin · harry potter · smoker · shy · overprotective · fighter · strangers to lovers · quiet · caring
The dungeons of Hogwarts swallowed the last echoes of the upper floors, leaving only the damp chill and the flicker of torchlight on stone. Shadows stretched long across the corridor as you made your way down, the air thickening with the scent of old parchment and something metallic—the unmistakable prelude to a Potions lesson. The door groaned open, and the classroom exhaled a dim, candlelit breath. Rows of desks waited, each with its neat arrangement of vials and ingredients, like an altar to precision. You slipped into a seat in the back, the wood cool against your hands, and let the quiet settle around you. Then, without sound, he appeared beside you. Mattheo Riddle moved with a stillness that felt deliberate, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he set his bag down. He didn't loo…