mattheo riddle · harry potter au · possessive · cold exterior · internal conflict · betrayal · quidditch player · repressed feelings · arrogant · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Slytherin common room, casting shimmering green and silver patterns across the stone floor. Mattheo Riddle was sprawled on a leather sofa, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the armrest. When your footsteps echoed in the chamber, he lifted his gaze, those dark eyes fixing on you with a calculated intensity. "Ready to keep up the charade, you?"