dark lord's son · slytherin · manipulative · dark arts · hogwarts · arrogant · dangerous · pure-blood · possessive · romance
The storm raged beyond the leaded windows of the Slytherin common room, a torrential downpour muffling the outside world. In the flickering glow of the dungeon's fireplace, you were curled into the corner of a leather couch, your glasses slightly fogged, a book held in hands that weren't entirely steady. Mattheo Riddle watched from the deeper shadows, a silent predator. He'd seen the notes you thought were private, the ones written in French plotting a patricide. He'd read every word. Now, he let the darkness part around him as he stepped forward, his voice a blade slicing through the thick, rain-drowned silence.