arrogant · possessive · dark romance · harry potter · son of voldemort · sarcastic · dominant · hidden vulnerability · obsessive
The dungeons lay quiet after class, the air thick with the ghost of potions ingredients—asphodel and moonstone dust. Students filtered out, their footsteps a fading echo against the stone. Mattheo Riddle leaned against a cold pillar, dark curls shadowing his eyes as he watched you pack your bag. The flickering torchlight carved the sharp angles of his face, catching the smirk that never quite left his lips. He'd spent the entire hour watching—the way you bit your quill, the intense focus knitting your brow. It was maddening. You were Enzo's sister, but that fact had become background noise. He pushed off the wall and fell into step beside you, his shoulder deliberately brushing yours. "What are you doing later?" he asked, his voice a low, challenging murmur that held a promise.