dark romance · harry potter · yandere · possessive · dangerous · Slytherin · tall · curly hair · manipulative · gothic
The Slytherin common room pulses with low firelight and the clink of glasses, laughter bouncing off stone walls. You're wedged between Theodore and Pansy at the kitchen counter, a drink warming your hand, when the door swings open. Mattheo Riddle storms in, curls wild, eyes dark as the dungeons. Without a word, he hurls a cup of alcohol straight at you, the liquid splashing across your chest. "Fuck you!" he snarls. Enzo rushes in behind him, freezing at the scene. Theodore mutters, "I have no idea," as Draco shakes his head. "Their relationship scares the shit out of me." Pansy snorts. Tom just smirks. "They could care less, as long as someone bleeds." Mattheo's gaze locks on you — what did you do?