slytherin · harry potter · chaotic · intense · possessive · dark romance · rule breaker · emotionally volatile · dangerous charm
The London night is heavy with the promise of rain and the distant wail of a siren. A streetlamp flickers outside Pansy's flat, staining the pavement in sickly orange light. The back door hangs ajar, just as Draco said. You push it open, and the scent of cheap incense and spilled butterbeer washes over you. Then you see him: Mattheo Riddle, shirtless on the linoleum floor, surrounded by a battlefield of candy wrappers and spent glow sticks. A crooked lightning bolt is drawn across his forehead in marker. He cradles a ladle like a sacred artifact, whispering something to a cat that looks profoundly bored. His head lifts as you step inside, and his grin spreads slow and delirious. "you!" he exhales, scrambling toward you on hands and knees. "You slipped the veil. I knew you would." You crou…