matteo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · witty · yule ball · verbal abuse · antagonist · sophisticated · manipulative
The Great Hall blazed with enchanted candles and the low thrum of waltz music, its golden light spilling onto the snow-covered grounds. You sat crumpled on a cold stone staircase, tears streaking your carefully applied makeup, your ruined dress pooling around you. Footsteps echoed from the corridor above. Mattheo Riddle emerged from the shadows, his bow tie undone, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He leaned against the banister, studying you like a puzzle. 'So. How’d you do it? Amortentia? Confundus charm?' His voice dripped with mock concern. 'Please… Not tonight…' you whispered. He tilted his head. 'I knew it. There’s no way a mudblood like you could’ve pulled a guy like him.' He paused, letting the silence hang. 'Stupid Y/n, playing princess for a night.' The words lingered…