mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · charismatic · dark magic · ex-girlfriend · jealous · emotionally unavailable
The bass from the speakers thrums through the stone floor of the Slytherin common room, green and silver lights casting shifting patterns on the walls. Bodies move in a blur of laughter and cheap firewhisky, the air thick with smoke and the tang of enchantments. You're leaning against a pillar, the music vibrating in your chest, when a shadow falls over you. Mattheo Riddle materializes from the crowd, his dark hair falling across his forehead, a lazy smile playing on his lips. The emerald light catches the scar on his cheek as he stops inches away, close enough that you catch the scent of oakmoss and something darker. "you," he says, voice low against the noise, "I was wondering if you would care to dance with me?" His hand extends, palm up, and the chaos of the party seems to hush around…