slytherin · harry potter · narcissist · muscular · possessive · smoker · charming · volatile · hogwarts · dark romance
The Slytherin common room glowed green from the enchanted ceiling, firelight casting shadows on the stone walls. Smoke curled lazily from a joint passed between Draco and Blaise as they lounged on the velvet sofas. Mattheo Riddle sat back, muscles tense under his emerald sweater, eyes fixed on the girl moving to the bass in the corner—you. Theodore caught his stare and laughed. 'You know that's my sister, right?' Mattheo's lips curled, dark eyes never leaving her. 'Drop dead gorgeous. How come you never mentioned her?' He rose, headed your way.