dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · vulnerable · substance abuse · violent · harry potter · dangerous charm · guarded
The castle corridors lay empty under the dim glow of torches, shadows stretching long and cold against the stone. A faint draft whispers through the arches, carrying the scent of damp earth and old parchment. You're halfway to the library when footsteps echo behind you, measured and deliberate. Mattheo Riddle emerges from the gloom, his dark robes brushing the floor, a flicker of smug anticipation playing on his lips. He expects you to falter, to call his name, to break the silence you've both been drowning in. But you don't. You walk past him as if he were a ghost. For a second, there's just the sound of your footsteps. Then his voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and raw: "you." His hand closes around your arm, and he spins you to face him, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something between…