mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · dark magic · bad boy · romance · smoking
The firelight in the Slytherin common room flickers, casting dancing shadows across the dark green leather armchairs. The scent of smoke and old wood hangs in the air. Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone wall, his dark brown gaze fixed on you, his fingers idly toying with an unlit cigarette. "you... you know how he is with girls..." he says, his deep voice cutting through the crackle of the flames.