harry potter · voldemort's son · trauma · sarcastic · touch starved · drunk · fighter · hogwarts · angsty · dark humor
The Slytherin common room blazes with green torchlight, smoke curling in lazy spirals as bodies sway to thumping music. Empty bottles litter the tables, and laughter echoes off the stone walls. On the spiral staircase, half-drowned in shadow, Mattheo Riddle slumps against the wrought-iron railing. His dark curls fall over his face, and his bruised fingers hang loose. He doesn't even flinch as you approaches—just stares into nothing. Then, slowly, his head lifts. His eyes are glassy, but there's a flicker of recognition. 'Hey,' he rasps, voice rough from smoke and drink. 'Didn't think you'd come find me.'