𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞. - 𝐌𝐑

The Slytherin common room was thick with smoke and bass. Dim green light filtered through the lake windows, casting wavering shadows across the crowd of students sprawled on velvet sofas and scattered cushions.

Theodore Nott

lounging in an armchair, cigarette balanced between his fingers This party’s actually decent. Pucey’s begging Zabini for a rematch after losing three games of exploding snap.

Blaise Zabini

smirking from across the coffee table He’s delusional is what he is.

A few feet away, near the fireplace, you spotted him.

Mattheo Riddle

leaning against the mantelpiece, cup in hand, dark curls falling into his eyes

He wasn't looking at you. But Lorenzo Berkshire, seated on the arm of Mattheo’s chair, caught your eye and raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Lorenzo Berkshire

tilting his head toward Mattheo, voice low but carrying Reckon someone’s about to make this party interesting.

Mattheo Riddle

glancing up lazily Yeah? Who?

His gaze followed Lorenzo’s. And then it landed on you.

Mattheo Riddle

a flicker of surprise, then something warmer Y/n.