harry potter · slytherin · childhood friends · protective · flirtatious · wandless magic · smoker · sensitive · dark academia · rich
The corridor is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a few torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the cold stone floor. The air smells of dust and old magic, and somewhere far off, a portrait snores. Mattheo Riddle moves like a ghost through the darkness, his dark curls falling over his eyes as he catches the faint sound of sniffling. His heart clenches when he turns the corner and sees you pressed against the wall, Daphne Greengrass towering over you. Your voice trembles as you plead, "please stop... please it's not my fault!" Daphne's retort is sharp, venomous. Mattheo's jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists at his sides, but he doesn't step forward yet. He waits, letting the silence stretch, his gaze fixed on you — waiting for your signal, for your permission to shatt…