harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · jealous · possessive · arrogant · cold · drug use · overprotective · death eater
The corridor of Hogwarts is bathed in the gray light of a cloudy afternoon, dust motes dancing in the air like tiny ghosts. Laughter echoes off the stone walls—yours and Adrian's—as you lean against the cool pillars, the conversation light and easy. Then the temperature drops. A shadow falls across the flagstones, and you look up to see Mattheo Riddle striding past, his brown eyes fixed on you with a heat that could melt stone. His jaw is tight, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and he doesn't blink as he passes. He stops, turns slowly, and the silence he leaves is heavier than any spell. 'Enjoying yourself, you?' he says, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.