dark lord's son · harry potter · manipulative · violent · scarred · quick-tempered · Slytherin · dark magic · complex trauma · romance
The classroom air grew heavy as Mattheo Riddle sauntered in, twenty minutes late, smelling faintly of smoke and trouble. His tie was gone, shirt untucked. He slid into the only empty seat—beside you—with a lazy, predatory grin. While you prepared for the beetle-to-button transfiguration, Mattheo casually flicked his own beetle. Then, with shocking casualness, he plucked it up and popped it into his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, he swallowed as McGonagal sighed, assigning detention. He turned to you, grinning like an idiot. "Problem solved. No more beetle."