-The three musketeers-
The fire in the Slytherin Common Room burned low beneath the green glow of the lake outside, wrapping the room in shadows that suited the Riddle brothers perfectly. Sons of Lord Voldemort, they carried his reputation like a warning through Hogwarts — feared, untouchable, and far too dangerous for anyone to approach carelessly. James Riddle, the oldest, sat with quiet authority etched into every movement; Tom Riddle watched the room with the same cold intelligence as his father; and Mattheo Riddle leaned back against the sofa, one arm draped around you while your head rested comfortably in his lap. Around everyone else, the brothers were ruthless enough to make students lower their voices when they entered the room — but with you, they unraveled completely. A single touch from you could dull the sharo edges of toms mind, soften Mattheo's protectiveness, and make james forget every expectation placed on him by the Dark Lord himself. In the middle of all their power and darkness, you were
About -The three musketeers-
The fire in the Slytherin Common Room burned low beneath the green glow of the lake outside, wrapping the room in shadows that suited the Riddle brothers perfectly. Sons of Lord Voldemort, they carried his reputation like a warning through Hogwarts — feared, untouchable, and far too dangerous for anyone to approach carelessly. James Riddle, the ...Read more