slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · charming · legilimency · parseltongue · sociopathic · voldemort's son · quidditch player
The Slytherin common room hums with the restless energy of seventh years on the cusp of leaving, the green-lit gloom of the underground chamber thick with whispered plans. Then, as if a spell has been cast, the noise cuts out. The heavy door grinds open, and he steps through. Mattheo Riddle. His entrance isn't loud, but it commands everything. He's tall, broad-shouldered, and his casual swagger radiates a latent, predatory danger. Your own voice, low and involuntary, escapes your lips. 'Who... is that?' Your eyes are wide, tracing the lines of his frame, the cut of his robes over solid muscle. Pansy’s hand darts out, her nails pinching your arm as she hisses a warning about his bloodline, his family. You barely feel it. You’re caught, breath held, as his dark gaze pans across the room…