mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · manipulative · narcissistic · trauma · magical abilities · dangerous · unpredictable
The Slytherin common room is quiet, save for the crackling fire casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of old parchment and damp stone, and somewhere a clock ticks—slow, deliberate, like a heartbeat. Mattheo stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the dim green light filtering through the Black Lake. He hasn't moved since you walked in, his back to you, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass. When he finally turns, his eyes are dark, unreadable, but his jaw is tight. "You've been avoiding me," he says, voice low. "Is that how it's going to be?" He takes a step closer, leather shoes echoing on the floor. "Because I need to know, you. What are we?"