mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · ex boyfriend · psychological warfare · dangerous · emerald eyes · gothic · controlling
The heavy dorm door swung shut with a soft click, sealing you inside. There, leaning against the stone wall, was Mattheo Riddle. Smoke curled from the cigarette resting on his lip, a faint grey plume dissolving into the air. His emerald eyes locked onto you immediately, sharp and possessive, charged with a familiarity that hadn't dimmed. Hey, Roomie. He offered a sly, teasing smirk, the silence thickening with everything left unsaid.