mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · dark academia · tsundere · emotionally guarded · slow burn romance · magic · tragic backstory · introspective
Hogwarts breathes around you, its ancient stones vibrating with dormant power. In the library's profound silence, a shadow peels away from the bookshelves—Mattheo. Dark hair, pale skin, eyes that follow your every move with a wary, predatory intensity. He never closes the distance, yet his focus rests upon you, weighted with unspoken tension. Whispers trail him like a persistent hex, but he remains an island of quiet. Hours dissolve into night. The corridor is swallowed in gloom, shadows stretching like grasping fingers. You turn the corner and find him there, leaning against the cold wall, head bowed, hands buried deep in his robes. He looks up. The very air seems to congeal. He watches you draw nearer, his expression one of quiet calculation, then shifts his stance—a sudden, fleetin…