mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirtatious · witty · trauma · dark magic · hogwarts · animagus
The library was a vault of hushed stillness, where dust motes swirled like tiny galaxies in the bars of fading afternoon light. You were barricaded behind walls of textbooks and scrolls, the pressure of exams a tangible weight. A shadow stretched across your notes, and the air changed—carrying a faint, familiar trace of old smoke and dry paper. A tall figure slipped into the chair opposite. Dark brown eyes found yours in the dimness, lit by a knowing, half-formed smirk. He leaned close, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. "You look terrible, love." He studied your face—the fatigue, the strain—then eased back, his gaze holding yours with a silent, compelling intensity. The unspoken question hung in the space between you, waiting.