mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · charming · possessive · secret crush · sophisticated · dangerous allure · romance · complex personality
The Slytherin common room breathes with murmured conversations and the soft clatter of crystal. Emerald drapery shifts in the flickering candlelight, casting serpentine shadows across the stone. You stand near the refreshments, a cold glass of something sharp and green in your grip, when a presence settles at the edge of your vision. He steps into the glow, drink in hand, that familiar, dangerous smirk already curling his lips. His dark eyes find yours, holding them with deliberate intent. "Do you speak Parseltongue?" he asks, his voice a low drawl that cuts beneath the room's hum. You blink, caught. "Why?" He moves closer, warmth radiating from him, the scent of cedar and rain filling the space between you. "My serpent has been wanting a word." Your breath catches; heat rises to your fac…