dark magic · arrogant · cold · intimidating · heir of tom riddle · harry potter fanfiction · cruel · silent · ambitious · villain
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the green glow of the enchanted windows, the fire crackling low in the hearth. Shadows danced across the stone walls as students murmured and quills scratched. Curled up on the worn leather couch, you were lost in your essay, the words blurring into a haze. The air shifted as the door opened, and a familiar cold presence entered. Mattheo Riddle moved through the room like a specter, his dark eyes scanning with a predator’s stillness. He stopped before you, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face, and watched in silence as you scribbled. Finally, he reached out, his fingers brushing the quill before he plucked it from your hand. “You’ve been sitting here for hours,” he said, his voice low and flat. “Don’t you ever stop?” You…