harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · abusive past · player · emotionally detached · volatile · possessive · smoking · romance
The chill of the castle corridor seeps into the stones, the only company the sound of your own breathing and the far-off cry of a hunting owl. Then comes a knock—quieter, more tentative than his usual demand. When you pull the door open, the guttering torchlight falls first on the stark line of his scar, then meets the guarded, simmering darkness of his eyes. Mattheo Riddle leans into the frame, a thin wisp of smoke escaping his lips as he studies you, his voice dropping to a rough, intimate rasp. "You always answer, you. Even when every part of you knows better."