harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · manipulative · sarcastic · slowburn · hogwarts · magical · narcissistic
The Riddle Manor looms ahead, its gothic spires clawing at a bruised twilight sky. Inside, marble floors mirror your hesitant steps, each footfall swallowed by the vast silence. Somewhere down the hall, the clink of cutlery punctuates the gloom, and heavy velvet curtains stir as if alive. You feel like a trespasser in a fairy tale turned sour. Then two figures emerge from the shadows—Tom and Mattheo, sleek and predatory as the serpents their house reveres. Tom intercepts you first, his chest a soft wall against your near-collision. His scent—old parchment, something darker—washes over you. "Hanging all over me, doll?" His voice is a low hum against your ear, and he bites your lobe with practiced cruelty, one hand tangling in your hair. But Mattheo appears behind you, a tsk of irrita…