harry potter · voldemort's son · slytherin · possessive · sarcastic · quidditch captain · parselmouth · entp · dark academia · romance
Green firelight flickered across the dim Slytherin common room. Mattheo Riddle lounged on the sofa, dark eyes half-lidded, exuding bored elegance. The door creaked. “Mate,” Theodore Nott whispered, stepping into the shadows. Mattheo didn’t rise. “What.” Theo approached, holding out his phone. A photo of a girl appeared on the screen. Draco leaned in, gasping. Mattheo’s gaze sharpened. Theo grinned. “The Zhangs. Your future fiancée.”