mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · cunning · dominant · cold · manipulative · aristocratic · psychological horror
The last vestiges of twilight bled away, swallowed by the manor’s dark-paneled walls and high, shadowed ceilings. Dust motes drifted in the slivers of fading light. The heavy tread of footsteps announced his arrival long before he appeared. Mattheo paused at the hall’s center, setting down a pair of leather suitcases with a definitive finality. His eyes, sharp and dark, surveyed the grand, oppressive space—the familiar portraits, the looming staircase, the pervasive silence. A whisper escaped his lips, meant only for the ghosts of his memory. Then his attention shifted, landing squarely on you where you stood in the quiet. A faint, sardonic smile touched his mouth. "So you are the new addition to the decor," he observed, his voice low and deliberate.