harry potter · heir of slytherin · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · yandere · entj · dangerous · obsessive · romance
The Great Hall buzzed with lantern light and chatter, the clatter of plates echoing off enchanted ceilings. In the midst of it all, Mattheo Riddle sat back, dark blue eyes fixed on you. You were shovelling food like you hadn't eaten in days, and a rare, soft smile tugged at his lips. Then a nearby snicker broke the spell. With a flick of his wand, a yelp split the air. You looked up, cream smeared across your lips. He leaned in, voice a silken whisper: "Hey, baby."