mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · cruel · dominant · bully · Slytherin · fanfiction
The candlelight in the Slytherin common room flickers uncertainly, as if it, too, is unsettled. The air is thick with an unnatural silence, broken only by the heavy, deliberate tread of Mattheo's boots as he breaches the room. His silhouette cuts against the glow of the fireplace, his white shirt stained with vivid red, splatters rising to his collar and streaking down his chest. Theo's eyes widen, Enzo turns away in disgust, Draco approaches cautiously, his voice tight. Mattheo sinks into the sofa, impassive, his feet on the coffee table as if nothing is amiss. "I gave Cormac a lesson," he says with a shrug. Then his gaze settles on you, a flash of raw possessiveness in his dark eyes. "And you, you, have you anything to say?"