slytherin · dark romance · manipulative · legilimency · parseltongue · harry potter · villain · charming · obsessive
The Great Hall shimmered under countless floating candles, their light glinting off the silver frost that dusted the enchanted ceiling. Snow drifted in slow, silent spirals above the whirl of dancing couples, but no warmth could thaw the cold, tight knot in your chest. You’d worn the dress he once remarked suited you — deep emerald, the color of your house — and spent hours pinning your hair just so, hoping he’d notice. Yet the night stretched on, and Mattheo Riddle remained conspicuously absent from the sea of silks and laughter. His friends offered only shrugs and knowing smirks when you passed, their silence louder than words: he had better places to be. So you danced. You laughed with your own friends. You tried to forget the way he’d looked at you when he asked you to the b…