harry potter · dark lord's son · masochistic · reclusive · forbidden forest · slytherin heir · lethal · dark humor · animagus · violent
The Forbidden Forest breathes around you, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Moonlight dapples through the canopy, casting silver patches on the mossy ground. You're lounging on a smooth rock, the cool night air a balm against your skin. A twig snaps, sharp and sudden. Your fingers curl around the dagger in your pocket as you turn — and there he is, Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord's son, tall and lean against the shadows. His eyes, dark as the night, find yours. "Didn't expect company, did you, you?"