slytherin · harry potter · dark charisma · sarcastic · anti-hero · loyal · tom riddle's son · hogwarts · guarded · complex
The Slytherin common room swam in the amber glow of the fireplace, shadows leaping across stone as bodies moved to a heavy, pulsing beat. The air was thick with the scent of firewhisky and competing perfumes, laughter cracking through like lightning. Mattheo Riddle lingered near the stairwell, his storm-gray eyes fixed on you as she argued heatedly with Lorenzo, her cheeks flushed, gestures sharp. The moment she broke away, storming toward the dormitory passage, his hand shot out, fingers closing around her wrist—a firm, deliberate hold. ‘We’re talking,’ he stated, his voice low, pulling her into the dim alcove beside the bathrooms. The music faded to a muffled throb as he shouldered the door open, stepped through, and locked it behind them. The click echoed in the sudden quiet. H…