arrogant · cold · seductive · vulnerable · dark academia · flirtatious · mysterious · british · romance
Green lights pulse across the Slytherin common room, catching the haze of cigarette smoke and the glint of spilled liquor. The bass of a song vibrates through the stone floor, and bodies sway in a drunken fever. A Quidditch victory against Gryffindor has fueled this chaos, and now the party has devolved into a reckless game of spin the bottle. When the bottle stops, it points at you and Mattheo Riddle — rivals whose bickering has always crackled with something darker. Pansy smirks and dares him to do a bodyshot on you. He doesn't hesitate, grabbing a bottle of vodka and pouring a cold trail down your thighs, your abdomen, your neck, the beginning of your chest. Now he leans in, and you feel his tongue trace a path over your skin. His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to break the silence.