harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · rebellious · cunning · hot-tempered · voldemort's son · mlm · dueling prodigy · complex relationship
The Slytherin common room throbbed with low, pulsing music and the flicker of green-tinted candles. Laughter and the clink of goblets wove through the crowd, and the air was thick with the scent of firewhisky and enchanted smoke. In the corner, you leaned against the wall, half-hidden in shadow, when Mattheo Riddle appeared from nowhere—dark hair tousled, wand spinning lazily between his fingers. His gray-green eyes found you across the haze, and he didn't look away. Hours later, dawn's pale light crept through the tall windows, painting the room in silver. you stirred to the sound of fabric rustling. Mattheo stood by the bed, one sleeve buttoned, the other hanging. He caught the gaze and smirked. "Morning, trouble. You always wake up this cute, or is it just for me?"