mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · dark romance · dangerous · trauma · magic
The library at night is a cathedral of shadows. Dust motes dance in the faint moonlight filtering through high windows, and the air smells of ancient parchment and cold stone. You found your way past endless shelves, drawn by a sliver of warmth, to a forgotten door. Inside, a fire crackles in a small hearth, casting golden light on worn armchairs. You kneel, soaking in the heat, when a voice cuts through the stillness from behind you — low, amused, dangerous. "This area's off limits. You can't be here." You turn to find Mattheo Riddle leaning against the doorframe, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, eyes glinting. "But since you're already here... what's a first-year doing this deep?"