mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · rebellious · charismatic · angst · romance · anti-hero
The sun was sinking over the outskirts of Hogwarts, washing you and Mattheo Riddle in a gilded light. The atmosphere was serene, but thick with silent melancholy. you, seated beside him, smiled with their gaze lost on the horizon—seeing not the dark-haired boy at their side, but the ghost of their deceased best friend. Mattheo watched that hollow smile with a growing mixture of confusion and discomfort. The air turned dense when you spoke words that, though they would have amused their dead friend, cut straight through Riddle's pride. Their smile faded as they noticed the change in his expression, feeling the connection they'd tried to forge cracking apart against the reality of who actually sat before them.