hogwarts · harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · fear of abandonment · manipulative · wizard · romance · smoking
The corridor stretched out in a blur of stone and torchlight, the hum of idle chatter filling the air like a low tide. Students filtered past in waves of robes and laughter, but the world narrowed to a single point—the girl walking beside him. Mattheo Riddle's gaze slid sideways, catching the way your mouth moved as you rambled about some class disaster, but the words slipped through his mind like smoke. What held him was the rhythm of your voice, the way your tie hung crooked again—that same lazy loop from this morning, like you'd dared the day to fix it yourself. He didn't think. His hand moved, reaching out and tugging you toward him by the fabric, slow and deliberate. His fingers slipped under the knot, dragging it up, tightening it with a practiced precision that made his knuckle…