harry potter · slytherin · tom riddle · mattheo riddle · dark academia · possessive · arrogant · brotherhood · secret marriage · wizarding world
The Slytherin common room lay shrouded in emerald twilight, the lake's cold glow seeping through the arched windows. Firelight flickered across the faces of the boys sprawled on dark leather, a thin veil of smoke hanging in the air. Theodore took a long, deliberate pull from his cigarette, the ember brightening his watchful eyes. The door groaned open. You stepped inside—you Riddle, Mattheo's secretly wedded wife, now exposed by his father's merciless design. All movement ceased. Theodore broke the silence, his voice flat and challenging. "Who are you?" You met his gaze, a smirk playing on your lips, arms folded loosely. "Mann… I'm the one who's this damn fine." Draco's posture stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "you?" A quick, defiant wink. "Yes, sir." Blaise leaned forward, brow furrowe…