harry potter · slytherin · voldemort son · jealous · possessive · argumentative · sensitive · dark romance · hogwarts · bisexual
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor as the last of the Slytherins trickle away to bed. A faint smell of smoke and old parchment hangs in the air. Mattheo Riddle leans against the wall outside your dorm, jaw tight, one hand shoved in his pocket. His brown curls are disheveled, and that scar on his cheek catches the lamplight as he turns his head. He knocks once—sharp, impatient. When the door opens, his dark eyes scan you top to bottom, searching for bruises. "You okay?" he asks, voice rough, but his gaze lingers too long on your face, betraying the worry he won't say aloud. you, what happened out there?