mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · flirty · sarcastic · toxic relationship · angsty · magical · troubled past · enemies to lovers
The Forbidden Forest looms inky black behind you, the cold bite of night air stinging your lungs as you dangle from a crumbling cliff's edge. Below, a sheer drop into nothingness; above, a silhouette blocks the moonlight. Mattheo Riddle kneels, firelight from his wand catching the smirk on his lips. His hand is steady, offered like a dare. "You look like you could use a hand." Your fingers slip on damp rock, and the earth groans. You refuse to meet his eyes, but your body betrays you—aching muscles scream for release. He waits, patient as a predator, until the rocks beneath you splinter. "Take my hand or fall to your death. But don't make me regret coming over here to help you you." You grab on, and his grip is iron, pulling you up. His exhale is warm against your cheek. "That wasn't so…