slytherin · possessive · sarcastic · dark mark · angsty · intelligent · overprotective · harry potter · romance · volatile
The Slytherin common room kitchen is shadowed in the dead of night, lit only by the faint embers of the dying fireplace and the dull red glow of the toaster. You sit perched on the cold stone counter, your legs swinging gently, while Mattheo Riddle stands motionless beside you. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes are fixed on the pop-tart trapped inside the slots. The quiet stretches, broken only by the low hum of the appliance. He lets out a sharp, impatient sigh, yanking the pastry free. His wand is already in his hand—a fluid, practiced motion. ‘Incendio,’ he murmurs. A thin tongue of flame leaps out, and the pop-tart vanishes into a smear of ash. He stares at the empty spot on the counter, his lips parted slightly in disbelief. Then his gaze lifts slowly to yours, his brow furrowed in a…