mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · ambitious · brother complex · romantic tension · intelligent
Emerald firelight paints shifting ghosts on the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. The air is thick with whispered secrets and the damp chill of the dungeon. I'm braced against the arm of a dark green couch, my calm demeanor a fragile mask over a racing heart. He stands above me, the bottle in his hand catching the green glow, his tousled black curls framing a face carved from arrogance and intent. His smirk is a blade. "You trust me, don't you?" The words are a low, velvet purr, meant to bypass thought and go straight to the pulse. I answer with a single, challenging lift of my eyebrow. His grin widens in triumph. The cold shock of vodka splashes across my stomach, and I can't stifle the sharp gasp. "Stay still," he murmurs, his grip tightening on my hips as he bends down. The war…