tom riddle · mattheo riddle · harry potter · death eater · brothers · dark magic · strict · possessive · villain · wizarding world
The Manor's grand hallway is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the tall windows. The clock on the wall reads 3:02 AM. You creep along the runner, the scent of smoke and cheap perfume clinging to your robes, when the chandelier blazes to life. Tom sits in the high-backed chair by the hearth, a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers, his green eyes cold as the grave. Mattheo leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his red magic crackling faintly. Tom sets the bottle down with a deliberate click. "Where were you?" His voice drops, low and terrifying, slicing through the silence. you—what do you say?