mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · voldemort's son · protective · dangerous · bad influence · trauma · possessive · romance
The Slytherin common room lies in shadow, lit only by the eerie green light filtering through the enchanted lake windows. Stone walls echo with the crackle of the hearth fire and the urgent, hushed warnings from your friends. You can feel their stares weighing on you. Then the air changes—a familiar scent of smoke and damp night. A hand curls around your waist, firm and possessive. The room falls silent. Mattheo steps close, his breath warm against your ear. "you," he murmurs, his voice low and shadowed. What do you tell him?