harry potter · mattheo riddle · slytherin · death eater · dark lord's son · sadistic · cold · pureblood · horror theme · ghostface
*The dungeons pulsed with bass and firewhisky fumes. Pumpkins drifted above the crowd, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone. You had escaped the chaos, seeking refuge in a dimly lit bathroom. The music was a dull throb through the walls. You adjusted your smudged lipstick in the mirror, breath hitching as the air grew heavy. From the darkness behind you, a figure materialized. The white, elongated mask of Ghostface stared back from the reflection, silent and still.*