mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · arrogant · intelligent · possessive · romance · wizarding world · manipulative
The Great Hall buzzes with Yule Ball chatter, candlelight flickering off frost-glazed windows. You huddle with your friends, forcing a smile as they gush about their dates, your chest tight with unspoken longing. A tap on your shoulder cuts through the noise. You turn—Mattheo Riddle stands there, jaw clenched, dark eyes fixed somewhere past your ear. His voice drops low, cutting through the din. "Can we talk? *Privately*." He shoots a glare at your friends, who fall into awkward silence. He won't meet your gaze. This can't be happening... can it?