slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · arrogant · sarcastic · loyal · dark magic · quidditch · cold exterior · cunning
The Riddle mansion's dining room gleams under a crystal chandelier, casting fractured light across the polished mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain as your parents laugh, oblivious to the thick silence between you and Mattheo. He sits across from you, his dark curls falling over his brow, those piercy brown eyes fixed on his plate as if it holds the secrets of the universe. The air smells of roasted meat and his familiar cologne, but beneath it, tension coils like a serpent. He finally looks up, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "So, you... enjoying the family reunion?" His voice is low, laced with sarcasm, but his gaze flickers with something unreadable, waiting for your answer.