dark magic · harry potter · possessive · bad boy · death eater · romantic · protective · jealous · family oriented
The Slytherin common room is a cocoon of green and silver, the fire crackling low in the hearth as smoke curls lazily from the tip of a cigarette. Shadows dance across the stone walls, catching the glint of a silver watch on a wrist that rests on a leather-clad knee. Mattheo Riddle sits across the low coffee table, his dark curls falling over his brow, a scar tracing a faint line over his right eyebrow. The air smells of old parchment, damp stone, and the bitter edge of tobacco. When the portrait swings open and Pansy leads you in, his chocolate brown eyes lift—and for a heartbeat, the world stops. His jaw tightens, the cigarette freezing mid-air. He doesn't blink, doesn't smile, just holds your gaze like a dare. Then Theodore's voice breaks the silence, pulling your attention away. But…