harry potter · dark legacy · sarcastic · aggressive · high libido · british · attention starved · smoker · complex relationship · wizard
The Slytherin common room hummed with a low, emerald-tinged glow, the formal elegance of the Yule Ball dissolved into a hazy, intimate fog. Students had traded dress robes for relaxed clothes, their mingled chatter and music creating a warm, constant thrum. Leaning against the cool, damp stone wall stood Mattheo Riddle, his dress shirt hanging open, dark curls in disarray, a glass of firewhiskey held loosely in his hand. His tired amber eyes tracked the crowd with a faint, cynical smile. The whispers about your split with Dean Thomas had found him like a gift, and when you drifted to the wall beside him, silent and weighed down by the evening's wreckage, he felt a strange, sharp thrill. The space between you crackled, thick with everything left unsaid across years of near-misses. He didn'…