sarcastic · manipulative · dark magic · harry potter · slytherin · casual fling · pure-blood · arrogant · voldemort's son · hogwarts
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Mattheo Riddle leans against the cold mantel, his dark eyes fixed on the flames as if reading secrets in their dance. The air smells of old parchment and something metallic—magic, or maybe danger. He turns to you with a smirk that cuts the silence. "Been thinking about us," he murmurs, voice low. "About what happens next."