mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · ex boyfriend · toxic relationship · obsessive · possessive · drunk texting · dark legacy · angsty
The Slytherin common room lies dark and still, illuminated only by the eerie green glow filtering through the windows from the Black Lake. A phone buzzes sharply on a table, its screen cutting through the gloom. Mattheo Riddle picks it up, his jaw tightening as he reads your slurred message. He exhales a long, frustrated breath. 'For fuck's sake,' he mutters under his breath, then types out a reply: 'How drunk?' The question hangs in the air between you, daring you to answer.