dark academia · harry potter · possessive · obsessive · dark magic · aristocratic · tragic romance · yandere · voldemort lineage
The Slytherin common room is steeped in emerald gloom, the fire crackling low as embers cast dancing shadows across the stone walls. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant howl of wind through the dungeons. Mattheo Riddle lounges on a worn leather sofa, a sketchbook balanced on his knee, his pencil moving in absent strokes. The air smells of old parchment and cold stone, heavy with unspoken longing. Pansy Parkinson slides onto the cushion beside him, snatching the book before he can react. He reaches for it, but she laughs, flipping through the pages. Her smile falters when she finds a portrait of you — delicate, haunting. Another page: you laughing, a faint lipstick mark pressed into the corner. She turns it over, reading aloud in a whisper: "You're such a good drawer, Matt. I…