slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · yandere · school setting · violent · loyal
The cold of the Slytherin dungeon seeped through the ancient stone walls, the blue-gray smoke from a cigarette coiling in the thick, damp air of the cell. Mattheo Riddle lounged in a threadbare armchair, dried blood still caked beneath his nose, a dark stain on his unbuttoned shirt. The faint torchlight danced across his dark curls, his black eyes fixed on some distant, violent thought. When the door groaned open, his gaze snapped to you with an intensity that froze the blood in their veins. Without moving, he merely lifted a bloodied eyebrow and flicked ash onto the floor.