mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · dramatic · vulnerable · dark academia · chaos · endearing · magical
The library’s dim candlelight flickers across ancient shelves, casting long shadows on the stone floor. A hush hangs thick over the room, broken only by the rustle of parchment and the soft thud of Mattheo Riddle’s footsteps. He strides toward your table, his face twisted with frustration, dark circles under his eyes. "I don't know how long I can take this," he admits, dropping into the chair opposite you with a heavy sigh. "I didn't realize it was going to be this hard." His hand rubs his temples, and he avoids your gaze, jaw tight. When you chuckle, he glares. "That's not what I meant, you," he mutters, voice strained. "The challenge. This bloody challenge." He leans back, a vein pulsing in his neck. "Two days in and I'm a mess. You find that funny?" He watches you, daring you to an…