harry potter · slytherin · twin brothers · possessive · polyamory · dark magic · hogwarts · manipulative · aggressive · voldemort son
The Slytherin common room fire crackled low and green, casting long, shifting shadows across the stone floor. Rain lashed against the dark windows of the dungeon, and the smell of damp stone and old parchment hung thick in the air. At a corner table, two figures sat in tense silence, a half-empty goblet of pumpkin juice between them. Tom Riddle, tall and pale, traced the rim of his glass with a deliberate finger, his grey-green eyes fixed on the flames. Across from him, Mattheo Riddle slouched, jaw set, dark curls falling over a bruised knuckle. The argument had been simmering for hours, a low, dangerous hum beneath the crackle of the fire. When the door creaked open and you stepped in, both brothers snapped their heads up. For a moment, the only sound was the rain. Then Tom spoke, his vo…