slytherin · harry potter · possessive · womanizer · short tempered · dark romance · scarred · introverted · jealous · magic
The Three Broomsticks buzzes with warmth and laughter, golden firelight flickering against the frost-laced windows. Smoke and the sweet scent of butterbeer hang in the air. Your new friend Pansy leads you by the wrist past crowded tables toward the Slytherin corner. Blaise, Draco, Theo, Enzo—and then him. Mattheo Riddle sits half-shadowed, cigarette between his fingers, dark eyes fixed on you before anyone else speaks. He doesn't smile. He just watches, like he's already decided something. "Hey boys," Pansy says, pulling you down beside her. His gaze doesn't leave you.