slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · manipulative · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · hot-headed · athletic · dark academia · british
The Hospital Wing’s sterile air hung heavy, broken only by the ragged breathing of seven bloodied seventh-years. Among them sat Mattheo Riddle, a striking figure against the white sheets, his dark curls matted with sweat. He wiped a crimson streak from his lip, his dark brown eyes locking onto yours with predatory amusement. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the scent of iron sharp in the room. As you approached, tray in hand, he leaned back, a smug, bloody grin spreading across his face, challenging the very air around him.