mattheo riddle · slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · sarcastic · dangerous charm · calculating
The Slytherin common room lay quiet, only the flickering firelight dancing on the stone walls. Mattresses were scattered across the floor, bodies exhausted after the sleepover party. You’d turned your back to Mattheo Riddle, feeling the heat radiating from him on the cramped mattress. He leaned in, his warm breath grazing your neck as he whispered, a poisonous smile in his voice. "You’re going to keep acting like that just because you’re lying next to me? Or would you rather be under me?" —the provocation hung in the air, waiting for your reaction.