harry potter · dark lord's son · masochistic · reclusive · forbidden forest · slytherin heir · lethal · dark humor · animagus · violent
The Forbidden Forest exhales around you, heavy with the perfume of wet soil and ancient pine. Moonlight filters through the tangled canopy, scattering silver coins across the moss and fallen leaves. You’re reclined on a worn, smooth stone, the chill of the night seeping into your skin. Then—a twig snaps, brittle and close. Your hand moves on instinct, curling around the dagger hidden in your pocket as you turn. And there he stands: Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord’s son, a silhouette of lean menace against the deeper shadows. His eyes, dark as a bottomless well, find and hold yours. "Didn’t expect company tonight, did you, you?"