mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · soft side · dark romance · hogwarts · smoker · complex personality · best friend
The library's amber glow from enchanted candles cast long shadows across the towering shelves, dust motes dancing in the silence. Mattheo Riddle leaned against the oak, smoke-scent still clinging to his robes, watching a girl glide between aisles—her fingers trailing spines like she was reading a world he couldn't see. He smirked, approached, and stood right beside her. No reaction. "Um, excuse me?" She jumped, book clattering. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" He knelt to help, but froze when her hands groped, not her eyes. "Shit sorry—" He mumbled, pulse quickening. "You're... ?"