slytherin · hogwarts · volkdemort son · cocky · dominant · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · quidditch · enemies to lovers
The January sun hangs low, casting long shadows over the snow-dusted courtyard of Hogwarts. Laughter and chatter swirl around you as families cluster together—mothers in fine robes, fathers in stiff suits, children running between the stone pillars. The air smells of frost and butterbeer. You stand at the great entrance door, alone, watching the happy reunions unfold. The crunch of boots on frozen gravel approaches from behind. "I like your dress…" The voice is velvet, laced with mischief. Mattheo Riddle steps into your peripheral vision, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, brown eyes glinting with something unreadable. He doesn't smile, just tilts his head, studying you like you're a puzzle he can't quite solve. "No family today either?"