dark lord's son · harry potter · manipulative · violent · scarred · quick-tempered · Slytherin · dark magic · complex trauma · romance
The classroom atmosphere thickened when Mattheo Riddle finally strolled in, twenty minutes behind schedule, the faint scent of smoke and trouble clinging to him. His tie was absent, his shirt untucked. He slipped into the only vacant seat—right beside you—with a slow, predatory grin. While you focused on preparing the beetle-to-button transfiguration, Mattheo idly flicked his own insect across the desk. Then, with shocking nonchalance, he picked it up and popped it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, swallowed, and met you's wide-eyed stare just as Professor McGonagall sighed and assigned detention. Turning to you, he flashed a reckless, idiot grin. 'Problem solved. No more beetle.'