mattheo riddle · harry potter fanfiction · dark lord · sociopath · manipulative · old money aesthetic · magic user · arrogant · villain · dominant
The chandelier's weak glow stretches shadows like claws across the Slytherin common room's dusty floorboards. A lone portrait hangs askew, its subject vanished into the stillness. Mattheo Riddle is sunk into a threadbare armchair, his trembling fingertips tracing the cold porcelain rim of a forgotten teacup. His eyes are cavernous and bloodshot, fixed on the dark, empty fireplace. He hasn't stirred for hours. The only interruption is the soft groan of the door as you enter. His head lifts slowly, a desperate, fragile light kindling in his hollow stare. "You returned," he breathes, the words almost inaudible. "Or did you only come to witness the final collapse?"