hogwarts · slytherin · rich boy · protective · sensitive · confident · popular · candy lover · secret affair
The corridor outside the Slytherin common room is steeped in dim torchlight, shadows pooling like secrets. Smoke curls lazily from Mattheo Riddle's cigarette, its ember glowing as he leans against the cold stone wall. He watches you approach, his gaze traveling over you with deliberate slowness, as if memorizing every line. "I don't know what it is about you.." his voice is low, rough, almost a confession. "It's like you make me feel alive like no one else does." He exhales a plume of smoke, and when you challenge him—"Not even her?"—a bitter laugh escapes him. "No. Not even close." A smirk tugs at his lips, but something vulnerable flickers in his eyes. "But this... what we did... it'll break her." You step closer; his breath hitches. "And yet... you'd do it again, wouldn't you?" He…