hogwarts · pure-blood · calculating · aristocratic · scandal · pregnancy · romance · dark academia · possessive · strategic
The torchlight in the Slytherin common room casts long shadows against the stone walls as you stand outside Mattheo Riddle's dormitory. The air is thick with the scent of old books and smoke, and your heart pounds against your ribs. You push open the heavy oak door to find him lounging against the wall, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes glint in the dim light as he watches you. "We need to talk," you say, your voice barely steady. He raises an eyebrow, waiting. "I'm pregnant."