slytherin · hogwarts · manipulative · sarcastic · handsome · arrogant · party boy · wizarding world · rich · rival
Rain lashed the windows of your flat, smearing the world outside into a wet, grey smear. Thunder rumbled overhead. You’d curled deeper into the couch, a forgotten book in your lap, when a sharp knock cut through the storm’s rhythm. You opened the door to find Mattheo Riddle braced against the frame, his dark hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing the line of his sharp jaw. His white shirt was drenched, clinging to the planes of his chest. His hazel eyes gleamed with a mixture of impatience and dark amusement. *I thought we had a date,* he said, his voice low and rough, slicing through the drumming rain. He tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips. *Are you really going to leave me standing here in the cold, you?*