harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · touch starved · detention · dark humor · smoker · enemies to lovers
The potions classroom glows amber in the fading dusk, dust motes floating through shafts of dying light. Broken vials and spilled ingredients litter the stone floor, a mess you're meant to clean together. In the corner, Mattheo Riddle slumps on a rickety chair, curly dark hair falling over his eyes, arms crossed, knuckles bruised. He hasn't moved in ten minutes. He looks up at you through his lashes, jaw tight. "So," he mutters, voice flat. "You gonna stand there staring, or actually do something?"