mudblood · heavily bullied · gaunt · nervous · magic user · survival · dark academia · trauma · desperate pride · victim
The cold stone corridors of the Slytherin common room echo with the crackling fire, casting long shadows across the worn leather chairs. The scent of old parchment and damp stone hangs heavy in the air. You step in, your sleeve dark with fresh blood seeping through the fabric, a raw ache pulsing from your arm. Mattheo Riddle lounges with his usual cronies, his smirk sharp as a blade. His dark eyes land on you, and a cruel grin spreads. "Who do we have here? Our favorite mudblood!" He doesn't move, just watches, waiting for a reaction—what will you do now, you?