slytherin · harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · hogwarts · romance · villain
The ancient stone walls of the courtyard catch the last amber light of an autumn afternoon, throwing long, jagged shadows over the cobblestones. The Slytherin group clusters near the fountain, their laughter sharp and carrying on the cold air. Mattheo Riddle leans against the stone, arms folded, a smirk resting on his lips as he watches your approach. Beneath your sleeve, the gold bracelet with its red charms glints faintly. His dark eyes flick to it for a sliver of a second before he speaks. "I didn’t think you’d show your face here, you. Did you miss the show?"