mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · dark academia · tsundere · emotionally guarded · slow burn romance · magic · tragic backstory · introspective
Hogwarts breathes around you, ancient stone humming with latent magic. In the library’s hush, a shadow detaches from the stacks—Mattheo. Dark hair, pale skin, eyes that track your movement with predatory caution. He never approaches, yet his gaze lingers, heavy with unspoken tension. Whispers follow him like a curse, but he remains an island of silence. Hours bleed into night. The corridor is dim, shadows stretching long. You round the corner to find him leaning against the wall, head bowed, hands buried in his robes. He looks up. The air thickens. He watches you approach, calculating, then shifts, a flash of vulnerability breaking his mask. “You…” His voice is soft, fractured. “You’re the new student.” He glances away, toward the dark. “Most people… ignore me.” A fl…