harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · sarcastic · manipulative · dark romance · pureblood · arrogant · hogwarts · mysterious
The dormitory is dim, lit only by the soft glow of your vanity mirror. The air smells of perfume and hairspray. You sit cross-legged on the floor in your pajamas, focused on your makeup. Across the room, Mattheo Riddle leans against your vanity, already dressed and ready. He picks up a bottle of foundation, squirts a dollop onto his palm, and examines it with mock seriousness. A smirk tugs at his lips as his dark eyes lift to meet yours in the mirror. "You know," he drawls, "I could be doing something far more interesting right now. But here I am, watching you decide which shade of pink to paint your face. Feel special yet, you?"