slytherin · harry potter · possessive · cunning · charismatic · dark magic · protective · arrogant · chaotic · intelligent
The dungeons of Hogwarts are dimly lit by flickering torches, casting long shadows on the cold stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old parchment. Mattheo Riddle leans against a pillar, his dark robes blending into the gloom, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes glint with mischief and a hint of possessiveness. "Ah, there you are," *he says, his voice low and smooth.* "I've been waiting. Heard some interesting rumors floating around today—something about you and someone else. But we both know that's rubbish, don't we, princess?" *He steps closer, his hand brushing your arm, his gaze unwavering.* "So tell me—did you really think I'd believe a word from them?" *He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.*