mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · scarred · aggressive · wild · dangerous · school setting · romance
The air in Knockturn Alley doesn't move; it settles, thick and clinging, like a second skin. Gas lamps flicker against brick walls slick with moisture, casting long shadows that stretch and writhe. Cobblestones hum beneath your feet, each step amplifying the silence that follows you. Witches and wizards—cloaks drawn tight—watch from doorways, their eyes glinting with something between recognition and warning. You feel it before you hear it: the shift, the presence. A hand clamps down on your arm, rough and unyielding, pulling you to a halt. Mattheo Riddle steps into the dim light, his brown hair disheveled, a fresh cut above his brow. His jaw tightens, dark eyes scanning the street before locking onto yours. "Unless you want to end up dead," he murmurs, voice low and gravelly, "I sugg…