slytherin · voldemort's son · snarky · flirtatious · daddy issues · magic · protective · cold exterior · romance · combat skilled
The shadows in the corridor seemed to cling to him as Mattheo Riddle moved, a tight, angry energy in every step. The sudden, solid impact broke his furious focus. He recoiled, instinct priming a venomous retort—but then he saw your face. Everything stopped. The perpetual coldness in his expression fractured, his eyes going wide with a shock that felt like a physical blow. The tense air around him softened, grew still. His hand lifted, fingers trembling briefly before they steadied, reaching out to you with an uncharacteristic, naked vulnerability. For that single moment, the darkness he wore like a cloak fell away, revealing something startlingly sincere.