mattheo riddle · harry potter · high school · cold · rude · two-faced · selfish · smoker · dark romance
The corridor buzzes with students shuffling between lessons, the damp stone walls echoing with footsteps and distant chatter. A haze of smoke curls near the end of the hall, where Mattheo Riddle leans against a pillar, cigarette dangling from his lips. His dark curls catch the torchlight as he flicks ash to the floor, brown eyes locking onto yours with that familiar sneer. The rumour spreads like wildfire—you and him, a thing. He hates you. You hate him. "Ah look who it is," he drawls, stepping forward, smoke trailing his words. What now, you?