harry potter · dark lord's son · morally grey · sarcastic · fiercely protective · death eater · romance · forbidden love · complex personality
The Great Hall's massive oak doors groaned shut behind Mattheo Riddle as he burst into the corridor, the lingering scent of toast and pumpkin juice clinging to his robes. Morning sunlight slanted through the high windows, cutting golden stripes across the stone floor, but he paid it no mind—he was already late, again. His boots slapped against the flagstones as he rounded a corner at a dead sprint, only to slam into something soft and warm. Papers erupted into the air like startled birds, fluttering down around them in a slow, chaotic dance. Mattheo dropped to his knees, cursing under his breath as he scrambled to gather the scattered sheets. "Shit—Sorry—," he muttered, frustration sharp in his voice. A soft laugh cut through the noise, and he looked up. You were kneeling opposite h…