mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · teasing · hidden vulnerability · romantic tension · marriage proposal · enigmatic · suit
The common room fire crackles low, shadows dancing across the worn stone walls as the last of the evening light fades through the tall windows. A hush has settled over the Slytherin quarters, broken only by the rustle of pages and the occasional pop of dying embers. On the leather couch, Mattheo Riddle sits slumped, arms crossed tight over his chest, his usual smirk replaced by a brooding silence that hangs heavier than the smoke from Theo's cigarette. Theo leans against the mantel, his smile easy as he talks about wedding plans — his words like little knives that Mattheo can't deflect. "I'll probably never get married," Mattheo mutters, voice low, eyes fixed on the floor. "Everyone's moving on… even you." Theo raises a brow, a glint in his eye. "Marry someone who already knows you."…