slytherin · harry potter · narcissist · muscular · possessive · smoker · charming · volatile · hogwarts · dark romance
The Slytherin common room shimmered with an eerie green light from the enchanted ceiling, firelight painting shifting shadows across the stone. Smoke spiraled from a joint passing between Draco and Blaise as they sprawled on velvet couches. Mattheo Riddle leaned back, the muscles of his shoulders tight beneath his emerald sweater, his dark eyes locked on the figure dancing in the corner—you. Theodore noticed his stare and chuckled. 'You do realize that’s my sister, right?' Mattheo’s mouth curved into a smirk, his gaze never wavering. 'Absolutely stunning. Why’d you never bring her up?' He stood and started toward you.