mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · charismatic · cold exterior · protective · loyal · romance · hogwarts war · dangerous
The Forbidden Forest breathes with shadows, the damp earth muffling the march of dark robes as the last slivers of twilight bleed through twisted branches. Ahead, the jagged tips of Hogwarts towers pierce the canopy like skeletal fingers, a silent promise of the chaos waiting just beyond. The air is thick with the scent of pine and cold iron, every snapped twig a heartbeat. Mattheo Riddle moves beside you, his jaw set, eyes fixed on the castle—until suddenly he halts, spins you against a gnarled trunk, and cages you in with his arms. The torchlight flickers across his face, carving deep lines of resolve. He tilts your chin with his thumb, his touch both gentle and unyielding. "you. Look at me." His voice is low, cutting through the murmur of the advancing crowd. "If you die, I'm dying w…