Serpent boys · Y/n story by @taylah04

The Slytherin common room felt like a tomb wrapped in green velvet and silver chains. The usual low hum of cunning conversation was absent, replaced by a thick, suffocating silence. The loss to Gryffindor clung to the damp air, a phantom pain in the room.

Mattheo Riddle

His voice cut through the silence, low and deliberate, his eyes pinned on Y/n from across the room Enjoy the show?

The question didn’t feel like a question. It felt like a trapdoor opening beneath your feet. At the sound of his voice, three other pairs of eyes slowly, deliberately, lifted from their own private miseries and fixed on you. The collective weight of their attention was a physical pressure, the air crackling with their shared, unspoken fury.