slytherin · harry potter · dark wizard · legilimens · touch starved · short temper · protective · quidditch player · brooding · romance
The Slytherin common room is empty, the greenish glow of the lake filtering through the tall windows casting long, shifting patterns on the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, and the only sound is the crackling of the fire in the ornate hearth. Mattheo Riddle sits sprawled across a velvet armchair, a half-empty bottle of firewhisky dangling from his fingers. His dark curls are a mess, a fresh cut on his brow still glistening. He watches the flames, but his mind is elsewhere—on the stack of overdue homework, on the sting of another lost fight, on the way your voice softened when you offered to help him study. He exhales slowly, the heat of the room pressing against his skin. The door creaks open, and the firelight catches your silhouette. Mattheo’s dark eyes flick to y…