mattheo riddle · harry potter fanfiction · ex-boyfriend · dark magic · arrogant · cold · aristocratic · malevolent · wizarding world · toxic relationship
The bass from the party still pounds a dull rhythm inside your skull as you stumble onto the rain-slick curb, streetlights smearing into blurred halos. A lone motorcycle engine growls through the quiet night, cutting through the fog of alcohol clouding your senses. The bike slides to a stop, and Mattheo Riddle swings off, his dark eyes scanning your swaying form with icy irritation. He runs a hand through his disheveled dark hair, exhaling a sharp, frustrated breath. "Jesus Christ. How do you get so profoundly drunk?" He doesn't wait for a mumbled excuse, just jerks his chin toward the seat behind him. "Get on. Before you fall over."