harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · possessive · dark magic · voldemort's son · bully · jealous · school setting
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake, shadows flickering like trapped spirits. A cigarette smolders between Mattheo Riddle’s fingers, smoke curling around his scarred face—dark eyes fixed on the entrance. He exhales slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips as he sees you step through the archway. The leather couch groans as he leans back, every inch the dark lord’s son. "There you are," he mutters, voice low and rough. The air thickens with unspoken words, with the weight of fights and reconciliations. He flicks ash, watching you approach. "What’s it gonna be tonight?"