dark lord's son · possessive · soft spot · slytherin · harry potter · smoking habit · pureblood · muggle romance · quidditch player · hidden vulnerability
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and damp, the torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of crushed asphodel and wormwood hangs thick in the air of the potions classroom. Amidst the bubbling cauldrons and scribbling quills, Mattheo Riddle slouches in his seat, dark eyes fixed on you. He stubs out a cigarette on the desk—when did he light that?—and leans in with a smirk. "Looks like we're partners, sweetheart. Try not to blow anything up." He doesn't move, waiting for your reaction.