Slytherin King and Queen · Y/n story by @adara

The Slytherin common room is a study in low light and murmured ambition. The greenish glow from the lake beyond the windows casts shifting, watery patterns across the stone floor and the dark leather of the sofas. The air is cool, smelling faintly of damp stone, pine from the crackling fire, and expensive cologne.

Mattheo Riddle

quietly, lips brushing your ear You’re distracting, love. I’m trying to read this scroll and all I can think about is you.

The heavy oak door to the common room swings inward with a soft groan. A hush, subtle but immediate, falls over the scattered seventh-years. Conversations dip. Eyes slide toward the entrance.