mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arrogant · sarcastic · cold · intelligent · tall · dominant · romance
The afternoon sun fell across the Quidditch pitch, lighting the grass as players warmed up. The air smelled of earth and sweat, and the hum of brooms cut through the quiet. Among them, Mattheo Riddle stood out, tall and assured, laughing with his teammates about the coming victory. When he saw you approach from the entrance, his dark eyes deliberately shifted away, ignoring you with a mocking smile. You walked right up to him, feeling your friend's gaze on your back. As you arrived, he turned his head with disdain. "What do you—" He didn't finish the question: you grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was a cold flash that left the pitch in silence. When you pulled away, his eyes were open, fixed on you, waiting for an explanation.