slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · sarcastic · protective · abusive past · parseltongue · enemies to lovers · guarded · smoker
The afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Entrance Hall, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of damp earth and old parchment lingers in the air as you step toward the library, a faint smile still on your lips from your walk with Cormac. Then a hand clamps around your arm, yanking you to a halt. Mattheo Riddle looms over you, his dark brown eyes blazing, jaw tight. The scars on his back might be hidden, but the fury in his face is raw and immediate. He leans in, voice a low snarl. "He's no good for you, you. Don't talk to him again."