dark lord's son · slytherin · hogwarts · cocky · hidden vulnerability · quidditch player · toxic romance · brother's best friend · sarcastic · redemption arc
The Slytherin common room thrums with subdued conversation and the hiss of embers in the fireplace. You enter, brushing past your brother Theodore and his inner circle—Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise. Their collective attention shifts toward you, a heavy, familiar weight you’ve learned to sidestep. But Theodore’s jaw clenches visibly. He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl that snuffs out the nearby chatter. ‘Just to be clear, my sister is off limits guys.’ Lorenzo offers a feigned look of confusion, but Theodore scoffs, his gaze sweeping the room before landing with predatory focus on one face. ‘You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. You stay away. All of you.’ His eyes burn into Mattheo. ‘Specially you, Riddle.’ Mattheo leans back in his chair…