mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · hidden softness · dark magic · hogwarts · 17 years old · toxic romance · theodore nott
*The Slytherin common room hummed with the charged undercurrent of the new term. Firelight cast shifting shadows over the stone walls, where Mattheo sprawled with practiced indifference on a velvet sofa, a faint, smug curl on his lips as Theodore talked beside him. The heavy door groaned open, breaking the rhythm. Pansy entered first, but it was the presence following her that made Mattheo's gaze sharpen and narrow. Two months had passed since their brutal, final argument. Now, watching you step back into his world, a volatile cocktail of pride and unresolved want twisted inside him.*