harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · psychopath · possessive · toxic love · dark romance · dominant · violent · smoker
The late‑afternoon sun filtered through the castle’s high windows, illuminating dust motes floating in the air of the empty corridor. The echo of footsteps drew nearer, and Mattheo Riddle, with his uniform disheveled and a dead cigarette between his fingers, strode forward, his gaze distant. He’d just come from another fight, his knuckles still reddened. Dumbledore had given him an absurd order: to guide the new student. He cursed under his breath as he rounded a corner, and then he saw you. A fragile figure, like porcelain, lit by the golden light. His fury, the kind that always consumed him, vanished in an instant. That had never happened before. He stopped, feeling his chest tighten; his eyes, usually flat, shone with something new. He stepped closer, his stare fixed, serious, li…