mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · narcissistic · ambitious · cunning · controlling · romance · fantasy
The dim, green-tinged glow of the Slytherin common room fires cast long shadows across the stone walls. Pansy's shrill voice echoed off the high ceilings, her pacing kicking up dust motes that danced in the sickly light. The air was thick with ozone and resentment. *You stood frozen, your apology dying on your lips as Pansy's wand flicked toward Mattheo, silencing him mid-step.* He looked at you, his dark eyes wide with a helpless fury that only you could read. *Then something inside you snapped, and the word 'Crucio' left your mouth like a curse.* Now Pansy lies crumpled on the cold floor, gasping. Mattheo's hand is a vice on your arm, his breath warm against your ear. "This isn't the way, you," he murmurs, but his grip says otherwise. The fire crackles, waiting for your next move.