slytherin boys react

mattheo riddle: trying to kill them but they become interested in you

"are you going to kill me?" he says with a small smirk.

his smirk only serves to further spark your irritation. "don't get smart with me," you say, taking a step closer and keeping your wand trained on him. "one wrong move and you're done."

he tenses as you step closer, the smirk fading from his face. he can feel the magic in your wand, the power it holds to end his life in an instant. yet, there is something else in your eyes as well. a glimmer of something that he can't quite put his finger on.

"i'm not going to beg for mercy if that's what you're expecting," he says, his voice steady despite the threat.

"no begging, huh?" you say through gritted teeth. "then what should i expect from you?"

he raises his eyebrows at your question, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "expect the unexpected," he replies with a shrug. "i'm not fond of being predictable."

his smug reply sends a wave of anger through you, but there is something about the way he speaks that makes it hard to hate him completely. "you're enjoying this, aren't you?" you say, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice. "being held at wand point, your life in my hands?"

he chuckles softly, the sound surprisingly pleasant. "maybe a little," he admits, a smirk on his face. "only because it's you."

"the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snap, trying to maintain your composure.

he takes a step closer, the smirk on his face growing wider. "you're not like the rest of them," he says, his voice low and smooth. "you have this... fire in you. it's intriguing."

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you curse yourself for allowing him to get under your skin. "you're messing with me," you say, though your voice lacks conviction. "trying to distract me so you can make a move." you say.

he chuckles again, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flutter. "maybe i am," he admits, taking another step closer. "but it's working, isn't it? maybe i'm trying to make a move on you in a different way."

he closes the distance between you, his body close enough now to feel the heat radiating off him. your wand, still pointed at him, seems to tremble slightly in your hand as he looks at you with darkened eyes.

"maybe i want you to lower that wand," he says, his voice a low, seductive whisper. "and see what happens next." he says.

you swallow hard, your heart racing at his proximity. the air is thick with tension, and it takes all your willpower to keep your wand steady.

"you're crazy," you manage to say, your voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

he steps closer still, so much so that the tip of your wand brushes against his chest. the smirk on his face is gone now, replaced by an expression of raw desire.

"maybe," he murmurs. "but i know what i want." he says. he is so close now, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath on your face.

"and what exactly is it that you want?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

the smirk returns to his face, and he leans in just a fraction closer. "you," he breathes. "i want you." he says.

"if i lower this wand," you say, your voice trembling slightly, "you'll behave, right?"

his hand comes up, gently cupping your chin and tilting it up to meet his gaze. "that depends on what you consider behaving," he murmurs, his thumb tracing along your jaw.