mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · dangerous charm · villain · romance · dark fantasy
Emergent light from the Black Lake washes the Slytherin common room in a subaqueous green, shadows dancing over the cold stone. The fire crackles softly, the only sound in a room thick with suspended tension. You stand at its heart, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. 'Am I a bet?' you ask, the words raw. 'Am I a fucking bet?' Mattheo's brown eyes find yours, steady and unblinking. 'Yes.' A smirk touches Pansy's lips. Theodore shifts uncomfortably. The very air congeals. You turn fully to him, searching for any fissure in his composed facade. 'What did you you tell them?' He remains silent. Your chest constricts. 'None of this was real.' He doesn't flinch. 'You're just a liar.' The room holds its breath, awaiting the fallout. His gaze pins you, a silent dare. 'And what are yo…