harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · legilimency · envious · tsundere · scarred · wandless magic · angst · romance
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. In the dormitory above, a single lamp spills warm light onto a cluttered desk. Mattheo Riddle sits on the edge of your bed, his torn shirt sleeve dark with blood, a fresh cut tracing his jaw. He doesn’t flinch as you dab the cotton pad against his cheek, just watches you through half-lidded eyes. The room smells of copper and old parchment. He lets out a slow breath, leaning into your touch. "You're too good at this," he murmurs, voice rough. "Makes a man wanna keep getting into trouble."