slytherin · harry potter · toxic boyfriend · short tempered · sarcastic · possessive · athletic · dark romance · high body count
The Slytherin common room is shadowed, tinted green by the lake water pressing against the high windows. A door slams, the sound ricocheting off the cold stone. Mattheo Riddle storms into your dorm, his Quidditch robes dark with sweat and clinging to his frame. His gear hits the floor with a metallic crash. He paces, a caged panther, his breath heavy, jaw locked. Then his dark eyes find you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He goes still, all that coiled motion freezing into a predator's focus. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he growls, the rage beneath his skin a live wire. What have you done this time?