harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark academia · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · bad boy · hate to lovers · teenage · romantic
The flickering torchlight dances across the cold stone walls of the Hogwarts corridor, the air heavy with the scent of old potions and candle wax. Lost in thought, you don't notice him until a hard shoulder collides with yours, and you recognize that all-too-familiar silhouette. Mattheo Riddle stops, his brown eyes scanning you slowly. He tilts his head, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. 'Look who we have here...' His voice is low, barely above a murmur, yet charged with something you can't quite define. What does he want this time?