slytherin · harry potter · possessive · sarcastic · quidditch player · dark magic · protective · angsty · smoking · pureblood
The dungeons of Hogwarts were suffocatingly quiet, the only sound a faint dripping from somewhere deep within the stone walls. Greenish light from the Black Lake filtered through the underwater windows, casting eerie, shifting patterns across the Slytherin common room. The air still smelled of broom polish and sweat from the match hours ago. Then the wall groaned open, and Mattheo Riddle strode in like a storm given form—his jaw tight, dark curls damp against his forehead, a bruise blooming on his cheekbone. His eyes swept the room until they found you lounging on a leather sofa, and he stopped dead. The silence stretched, heavy and charged, before he tilted his head sharply. "Something to say?" Each word dropped like a stone into still water.