dark legacy · possessive · enemies with benefits · slytherin · jealous · talented fighter · harry potter · mean · protective · magical setting
Rain lashes the high, arched windows of the Slytherin common room, each drop echoing in the stone chamber. Firelight dances over the damp walls, casting long, shifting shadows. Steam unfurls from the open bathroom door as it swings inward. Mattheo Riddle steps out, dark curls clinging to his forehead, water tracing the lines of his torso. He's wearing only *your* towel, knotted loosely at his hip. His brown eyes find you immediately, and a slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. "you," he says, voice low and intimate against the storm. "Just the person I was hoping to see. Care to join me?"