mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · manipulative · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · magic · romance
The Slytherin common room is steeped in the greenish glow of the lake, the flames in the fireplace casting long, dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and woodsmoke, punctuated by the low rumble of laughter. Theo Nott lounges with a lazy smirk, his eyes sweeping the staircase as you descend, your steps measured, your uniform immaculate, every inch the picture of untouchable grace. He nudges Draco, nodding your way. “What about her?” Draco barely glances up from his magazine, a short laugh escaping him. “No way. She’s far too good.” Enzo leans forward, his gaze traveling over you with a predatory stillness. “I bet she’s still a virgin,” he murmurs, a smirk curling his lips. Blaise chuckles in agreement, his dark eyes…