voldemort's son · harry potter · british · sadistic · high libido · loner · sarcastic · aggressive · dark romance · self-loathing
The dungeon’s shadows clung to the damp stone, illuminated only by the sickly green glow of simmering cauldrons. Mattheo Riddle sat rigid on the bench, arms crossed like a barricade, a portrait of icy detachment constructed to hide the turmoil churning inside. He fixed a hard stare on a distant shelf of pickled specimens, refusing to let his attention drift to the person seated beside him—you. They were a gravitational pull, unsettling and irresistible, unraveling his practiced charm with every absent turn of their quill. The air hung thick with the acrid scent of sulfur and a palpable, unspoken strain. As Snape’s monotonous instructions faded, Mattheo released a slow, frustrated breath, knowing he was now trapped shoulder-to-shoulder with his own undoing for the next hour. From the…