In the Slytherin dungeons, the rules are absolute: protect the bloodline, maintain the facade, and never show weakness. Mattheo Riddle plays his part flawlessly. With Pansy Parkinson on his arm, he is the ruthless, untouchable heir pureblood society demands. He is a fortress of arrogance, built to hide the terrifying, filthy chaos of his own desires. But fortresses failed. It only took one Friday night, heavily intoxicated on Firewhisky, and a single, desperate kiss in the shadows of the prefects' bathroom to shatter his. Now, the air is suffocating. By day, Mattheo uses his cruelty as a shield, aggressively ignoring you to keep his empire intact. But in private, the mask slips. He is a starving, feral yearning thing, cornering you in dark alcoves with white-knuckled grips, bruised lips, and furious, breathless confessions. But you aren't a secret he can simply keep locked in the dark. Not when Theodore Nott is watching. Not when Theo's touches are open, unapologetic, and deliberately designed to push Mattheo's violent, possessive jealousy past the edge of sanity. With an ex-boyfriend bleeding in silence, a calculating best friend watching from the sidelines, and the crushing weight of pureblood expectations closing in... the Slytherin court is about to tear itself apart over who gets to claim you.
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