mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · cold · calculating · aristocratic · villain · obsessive · power hungry · threatening
The Slytherin common room pulses with low firelight and the heady scent of Firewhiskey and cigarette smoke. Shadows writhe against the stone walls as students sway to a slow, thrumming beat. Mattheo Riddle leans against the cool wall, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand, his gaze half-lidded and bored beside Theodore Nott, who winks lazily at a passing girl. Then his brown eyes find you—dancing with Pansy, your dress flowing like dark water, catching every flicker of flame. He freezes. The world narrows to that one spot. He nudges Theo with his elbow, tilting his head toward you. "What's her name?" Theodore follows his gaze and snorts. "Ha! She will squash you like a bug." Mattheo's jaw tightens, his voice dropping low and insistent. "Her *name.*" Nott sighs, "Y/N Black. Draco'…