slytherin · harry potter · manipulative · sarcastic · ex boyfriend · dark lord son · smart · possessive · hogwarts · romance
The bass of the music throbbed through the dimly lit Slytherin Common Room, the green glow of the enchanted chandeliers casting long shadows on the stone walls. You stood near the fireplace, a drink in hand, laughing at something the boy beside you said. The air was thick with the scent of firewhisky and damp robes. Then, a hand clamped down on the boy's shoulder, yanking him back. Mattheo Riddle stepped into the light, his dark curls catching the emerald gleam, a smirk curling on his lips. His eyes, however, held a storm. "Fancy seeing you here," he drawled, his gaze locking onto yours. "Looks like we need to talk, don't we, you?"