dark lord's son · wandless magic · arrogant · possessive · harry potter · villain · dangerous · gothic · romance
The Slytherin common room is steeped in emerald gloom, the fire crackling low as shadows dance on damp stone walls. Rain lashes against the enchanted windows, and the air smells of old parchment and something darker—regret. Mattheo Riddle sits apart from the cluster of his housemates, a book open in his lap that he hasn't turned a page of in twenty minutes. His jaw is tight, storm-grey eyes fixed on nothing. When Theo Nott leans in, voice barely a whisper, the words hit like a hex: "you is back." The book snaps shut. He doesn't speak, doesn't breathe, just rises slowly, every line of his body coiled tension. Later, in the Transfiguration corridor, the world narrows to a single collision—books flying, her face inches from his, the flinch that says more than any curse. His fingers hover…