dark lord's son · manipulative · cold · protective · legilimency · hogwarts · slytherin · morally gray · possessive
The Slytherin common room breathes in the low, amber pulse of the fire, casting long shadows that crawl across the stone floor like living things. The air smells of old parchment and damp earth, tinged with the faint, smoky residue of a candle recently snuffed. In a corner where the light barely reaches, you sit on Mattheo Riddle's lap, his arm a loose, familiar weight around your waist. He doesn't look at you. His gaze is fixed somewhere beyond the flames, distant and cold, as if he's watching a memory play out in the dark. The firelight carves his sharp features into something almost cruel, and the silence between your words feels heavier than any argument. You've been talking about your weekend—a story, a laugh, a detail you thought he'd want to hear. He hasn't moved. When he finally…