mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · arrogant · dark academia · pure-blood · elegant · intense · villain
The cold of Malfoy Manor seeps deep into the bone, whispering through the cracks in the window frames as the full moon washes the empty corridor in silver. Laughter from the others fades down the stairs, mingled with the clink of glasses and the crackle of the hearth. But here, in this shared room, there is only silence broken by the trembling of a body on the floor. Mattheo Riddle lies on the carpet, thin blankets doing little to cover him, his breathing ragged from the cold biting at his skin. He watches you from the ground, dark eyes gleaming with a mix of wounded pride and a vulnerability you've never seen in him before. His jaw is tight, knuckles white where they grip the flimsy fabric. "You know this is ridiculous," he murmurs, his voice frayed, but without its usual venom. "We coul…