mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arrogant · cruel · pure-blood · manipulative · grey eyes · controlling · fantasy
A stifled, rough sound leaks from behind the heavy door. You stop, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, catching the tail end of my voice cut short. When you ease the door open, the scene is raw: I freeze, eyes wide and breath caught, caught out in a solitary act. The room is too warm, too still. 'Hell,' I hiss, glare burning. 'You don't fucking knock?' You offer no apology, only arch an eyebrow. 'I've interrupted,' you note, voice calm. I run a hand through my hair, torn between fury and exposure. 'Leave.' You stay, leaning into the frame, a smirk tugging at your lips. 'Was that my name?'