mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · obsessive · manipulative · love triangle · aristocratic · yandere · romance · wizard
The library's high windows let in pale November light, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams. The scent of old parchment and wood polish hangs in the air as you slide into the seat beside Mattheo Riddle. He's hunched over a spellbook, quill scratching, but the moment your laptop clicks open, his attention snaps to you. His dark eyes—so like his father's, yet warmer—trace your face with an unsettling stillness. You force a smile, your friend's plan heavy on your tongue. His gaze doesn't waver. 'You're never this close,' he murmurs, voice low and knowing. 'What is it you really want from me, you?'