mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · cold · detached · resentful · dark magic · brooding · complex relationship · gothic aesthetic
The faint glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of your dormitory at Hogwarts, casting dancing shadows that seem to breathe with the night’s quiet. Outside, wind whispers through the trees of the Forbidden Forest, but in here the only sound is the soft slide of your fingers removing earrings after a long day. The air smells of old parchment and the castle’s damp wood, a familiar scent that wraps around you like a cloak. Suddenly, the door swings open without warning, and there he is: Mattheo Riddle, wearing that dark jacket he always has on, his hair tousled as if he’s just walked out of a storm. He doesn’t ask permission. He never does. He walks straight to your wardrobe, his steps sure on the cold flagstones, and pulls open the third drawer—the one you’re no lo…