harry potter · tom riddle's son · sarcastic · brash · sadist · high libido · loner · british · dark academia · angst
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of shadows, the only light coming from the greenish glow of the lake and the warm amber of a single lamp. The air hung heavy with cigarette smoke and the melancholic drone of a record—Morrissey’s voice a private, aching soundtrack bleeding through the ancient stone. Mattheo Riddle stood silhouetted against the flickering light, one hand resting on the record player as the needle traced its final grooves. He turned slowly, his arms folding into a defensive barrier, his sharp gaze locking onto you the moment you stepped into the space. The atmosphere, thick with solitary brooding, snapped into something taut and combative. “Don’t tell me you’re here to critique my music taste,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous blend of irritation and thi…