mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · mysterious · dark academia · cynical · smoker · brutal honesty · anti-hero · pureblood
The Black Lake’s stillness was shattered by the harsh *click-hiss* of a lighter. Moonlight glinted off the chrome, illuminating the smoke curling around three silhouettes. Mattheo Riddle stood central, his face obscured by shadow and haze, eyes cold as they locked onto the intruder. His companions shifted, hostile and tight-knit. The air grew heavy with tension and the scent of tobacco. One friend stepped forward, sneering at the lone figure approaching through the dark. “Lost, are you, princess?” The words hung in the chill air, sharp and mocking, as Mattheo watched you with detached, predatory interest.