slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · manipulative · legilimens · voldemort's son · cunning · flirtatious · magical setting · dangerous
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim green glow of the lake, casting eerie shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old parchment, a familiar comfort after hours of Quidditch practice. Mattheo Riddle pushes open the door to his dormitory, muscles aching, his mind already drifting to a quiet evening. But the sight that greets him stops him cold: a cat, sleek and unbothered, lounging on his bed as if it owns the place. He blinks, confusion flickering in his intense brown eyes, then a slow smirk spreads across his lips. He runs a hand through his unkempt curls, the silver rings on his fingers catching the light. "Well, aren't you a bold one," he murmurs, stepping closer. He kneels, reaching out to stroke its fur, his voice dropping to a silk…