slytherin · arrogant · cocky · rivals · former friends · love triangle · harry potter · manipulative · insecure
The emerald torchlight of the Slytherin common room flickers across damp stone walls, stretching shadows like claws. The air hangs thick—old parchment, cold hearth-smoke, and the sharp scent of rivalry. Mattheo Riddle has Theodore Nott pinned against the wall, his voice a low, venomous snarl. "You will back off, Nott." Theodore merely rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, make me, Riddle. You’re just like your father." Once brothers, now strangers. And you, you, are the reason the fracture runs so deep.