hogwarts · dark academia · sarcastic · emotionally unavailable · tall · smoker · voldemort's son · tsundere · romance · british
The fire in the Slytherin common room had dwindled to embers, throwing long, trembling shadows across the stone walls. Beyond the windows, the Forbidden Forest was a dark smear against a sky peppered with stars. Mattheo Riddle didn't knock—he never did. The door to your dormitory groaned open, and he stepped inside with the casual arrogance of someone who owned the space, his boots silent on the cold floor. He'd come for his hoodie—the black one he'd let you borrow, still carrying a trace of pine, smoke, and aftershave. But he froze mid-step, his breath catching sharp in his throat. You stood before the mirror, transformed. Lipgloss shimmered, your hair styled like you gave a damn, dressed for someone else. The sight hit him like a hex to the chest. He watched you turn, your smile blo…