mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · aristocratic · manipulative · possessive · obsession · pure-blood · romance · dangerous
The stone corridor of Slytherin sways in the sickly light of the torches, the echo of clumsy footsteps rebounding against cold walls. Mattheo Riddle, his robes disheveled and his breath heavy with firewhisky, stumbles and falls face-first, a groan escaping his lips. From the floor, he sees a silhouette leaning down: a hand extended, eyes grey like a storm-tossed sea, and hair as white as the moon. —Merlin’s sake… get up —you whisper, and he falls silent, trapped in your gaze. Before he can form a word, a wave of nausea bends him double. His friends drag him away, but your face is already etched into his mind. Days later, he finds you in the library, pale and resolved. —you… I need to know your name.