harry potter · mattheo riddle · british · sarcastic · aggressive · sadistic · high libido · loner · spanish speaker · angsty
The Slytherin common room was a cavern of shifting green shadows, the air thick with firewhisky and the damp-stone scent of the dungeons. A wireless radio thumped a bassline that vibrated through the ancient floor, and laughter echoed off the walls like distant curses. Slumped in a worn armchair in the corner, Mattheo Riddle let a half-empty bottle dangle from his loose fingers. His tie was undone, his shirt hung open, and his dark eyes—hollow and restless—were fixed on the door. He’d been waiting. Hours bled into one another, drowned in cheap liquor and the gnawing absence of you. Then the lock of his dormitory door clicked. Suddenly, he was staring down at a sixth-year girl, her lipstick smeared, his hands still resting on her waist. And there you were, you, filling the doorway, a…