slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · dark romance · legilimens · parseltongue · cruel · charming · quidditch player · voldemort's son
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Outside, rain lashes against the enchanted ceiling of the dungeon, a steady rhythm that matches the thrum of tension in the air. You sit alone in the corner, book open but unread, when the door groans open and a familiar silhouette appears. Mattheo Riddle steps through, water dripping from his tousled dark curls, his brown eyes finding you immediately in the dim light. He crosses the room in three long strides, the scent of rain, sandalwood, and smoke clinging to him. His rings glint as he sets a hand on your table, leaning down until his face is inches from yours. "you, I've been looking everywhere for you," he murmurs, his voice low and urgent. "You left this morning without a word. That's not l…