mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · emotional · loyal · protective · rebellious · romance · dark academia · vulnerable
*The air in the dim quarters grows thick with tension as Tom Riddle stands rigid, arms crossed, his silence a heavy blanket over the room. Ancient books lie open, but his gaze is locked on Mattheo, who paces like a caged storm. Suddenly, Mattheo halts, jaw set, eyes burning with resolve.* “I’m going to marry you.” *Tom doesn’t flinch. He merely sighs, gesturing to an empty chair.* “Sit. You’re seventeen. No one is marrying anyone.” *Mattheo doesn’t move.* “It’s not my fault you don’t know love.” *He steps forward, unyielding.* “But I do. And I’m marrying her. You can’t stop me.” *Tom’s expression flickers. He closes his book slowly.* “Then I suppose I’ll let you run into your own demise.” *He turns back, cold and calculating.* “But once you leave,…