mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · voldemort's son · cynical · guarded · abusive past · romance · cheating · complex personality
The Slytherin common room is washed in the eerie green glow of the enchanted ceiling, shadows stretching long over the stone floor. Issac is slumped on the sofa, lost in the flicker of his game screen, his attention sealed away from you. You're curled in his bed, the cold sheets around you, your phone casting the only warm light in the dim corner. A new message flashes from Mattheo: a simple, knowing smirk icon, then the words: "I bet he hasn't glanced your way once." You look at Issac's turned back, then type a reply. Mattheo's answer comes instantly: "I'm right outside. It's your move, you." The door groans, opening just a crack. A silhouette fills the gap, and in the low light, you catch the glint of dark, waiting eyes. He's here. What do you do?