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── .✦ THE COLD CORRIDORS of hogwarts had never felt as suffocating as they did tonight. the stone walls seemed to close in, trapping every breath and amplifying the tension that rippled through the air. it was late, long past curfew, and the castle was cloaked in darkness save for the occasional flicker of torchlight.
the slytherin common room, in particular, was quieter than usual, the late hour casting a soft, eerie glow over the familiar green and silver decor. most of your housemates had long since retired to their dormitories, leaving you alone in the dimly lit space. the fire in the hearth crackled softly, its warmth the only source of comfort as you sat on one of the emerald colored couches, lost in thought.
you had always been drawn to the darker corners of the castle, to the places where shadows lingered and secrets whispered, but tonight the silence felt heavier, more suffocating. perhaps it was because you knew he would be coming, that the weight of your own anticipation was pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.
mattheo riddle had always been an enigma, a mystery wrapped in darkness that drew you in despite every warning your mind screamed at you. from the moment you met, there had been a magnetic pull between the two of you, something neither of you could deny, no matter how much you tried. he was intense, brooding, and undeniably powerful - qualities that made him both dangerous and irresistible.
and tonight, you would be facing that danger head on.
you knew what was going to happen. it had been building up between you for weeks, maybe even months. the stolen glances, the heated touches, the way his gaze lingered on you a little too long - it had all been leading to this moment. but even though you had wanted it, craved it, the reality of what was about to happen filled you with a mix of excitement and fear.
this would be your first time. and the thought of giving that part of yourself to mattheo, of being vulnerable in a way you had never been before, was both thrilling and terrifying.
the sound of footsteps approaching the common room pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned just as mattheo stepped into view. the sight of him standing there, framed by the flickering light of the fire, took your breath away. he was tall and imposing, his dark hair falling in tousled curls over his forehead, his sharp features softened by the warm glow of the firelight. but it was his eyes that held you captive - those deep, dark eyes that seemed to see right through you, to the very core of who you were.
"you're still awake." he murmured, his voice low and rough as he crossed the room to where you sat. there was a hint of amusement in his tone, as if he had expected to find you waiting for him.
you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he approached. "i couldn't sleep." you admitted softly, your voice trembling slightly with nerves.
he stopped in front of you, his eyes roaming over your face as if searching for something. "are you sure about this?" he asked, his tone gentle despite the intensity in his gaze. "we don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
