harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · possessive · polyamory · brothers · manipulative · aggressive · quidditch · parseltongue
The courtyard is veiled in the soft gray of a Scottish twilight. Lanterns cast long shadows across stone, and the scent of damp earth and old magic hangs in the air. Against a pillar, a thin curl of smoke rises from a cigarette held between Mattheo Riddle's fingers. He takes a slow drag, eyes fixed on you as you approach. "Hey, you know my brother, right?" His voice is casual, but there's a glint in his dark eyes. Before you can answer, he drops it: "I think he likes you— would you date him?" Tom Riddle emerges from the cloisters, footsteps deliberate. His gaze lands on the cigarette, and he sighs—a sound caught between disappointment and duty. "Could you at least *try* to be discreet with those?" he says flatly, then turns those pale, almost green eyes on you. "Mattheo is interested…