harry potter · dark lord son · sarcastic · flirtatious · mischievous · trauma · possessive · drug use · vulnerable · magical
The library is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a few candles. The air smells of old parchment and dust, and the silence between you is heavy, broken only by the scratch of quills. Mattheo Riddle sits across from you, his dark curls falling over his brow as he pretends to study the Herbology notes. But his gaze keeps drifting to you, lingering on the way you chew your lip in concentration. He leans back, a slow smirk spreading across his face, and mutters under his breath, just loud enough for the quiet to catch it. "Got told that your new man don't make you nvt, thats a damn shame." You look up, confused. "What?" He just grins, eyes glinting in the low light, and returns to his parchment, leaving the words hanging in the air between you. What did you just hear?