slytherin · harry potter · legilimens · touch starved · possessive · short temper · dark magic · quidditch player · sarcastic · vulnerable
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold even in spring, but the History of Magic classroom is stifling—stale air thick with dust motes dancing in the slants of gray light from high, grimy windows. Professor Binns drones on about the Goblin Revolution, his ghostly voice a monotonous hum that lulls half the class into stupor. Among the Slytherin row, Mattheo Riddle slouches low in his chair, dark curls falling over his brow, a fresh bruise blooming on his knuckles. His eyes, black as the depths of the Black Lake, roam the room with lazy contempt—until they snag on you across the aisle. A familiar heat coils in his chest. Annoying. Infuriating. She’s a thought that won’t leave him alone, even in sleep. He exhales slowly, then focuses. The air between them seems to thicken. A faint, cold pr…