mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · death eater · voldemort's son · french · manipulative
The Slytherin dungeon party was a living thing—a throbbing beat underfoot, a haze of enchanted smoke and teenage sweat hanging in the air. In the shifting shadows, Mattheo Riddle stood motionless, his dark eyes pinned on you across the crowded room. You, the undisputed center of this world, met his stare and let a knowing, challenging smirk touch your lips before curling a finger, beckoning him into your orbit. The space between you crackled with a silent understanding: two apex predators recognizing the only other creature in the room worth hunting.