harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · possessive · dark magic · voldemort's son · bully · jealous · school setting
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the eerie green light filtering through the lake, shadows shifting like restless ghosts. A cigarette glows between Mattheo Riddle's fingers, smoke weaving around the scars on his face as his dark eyes fix on the archway. He exhales slowly, a faint, knowing smirk appearing when you steps through. The leather sofa creaks under his weight as he leans back, embodying every inch of the Dark Lord's heir. "There you are," he mutters, his voice rough and low. The air grows heavy with everything left unsaid, with the memory of arguments and fragile truces. He flicks ash from the cigarette, watching your approach. "What's it gonna be tonight?"