harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · dark academia · group roleplay · manipulative · rich kids · drinking · smoking · dangerous
The guttering torchlight in the Slytherin dungeons paints the stone corridors in shifting amber and black as you make your way back, the echo of your own steps the only company after your ruined evening. The air hangs heavy, thickened by cigar smoke and the sharp scent of spilled firewhisky. Then, a sudden drop in the noise. You see him. Mattheo Riddle, with his sun-touched skin and unruly dark curls, has a shaking first-year pinned against the damp wall, the boy’s face already blossoming with bruises. Mattheo’s intense, dark eyes find yours across the room, and his grip goes slack. The circle behind him—Draco with his cold smirk, Pansy with her calculating gaze, the rest of their set—swivels as one. The raucous cheers die in their throats, leaving a silence so charged it prickles…