mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · aristocratic · dark romance · betrayal · cunning · wizarding world · cynical
The stone halls of Hogwarts have always kept their secrets close, but tonight, one of them is bleeding out into the chill air of the Slytherin dungeons. A sliver of moon cuts through a high window, illuminating the dust that swirls above Mattheo Riddle's empty bed. You're frozen just outside his door, your grip on his hoodie gone white-knuckled, because you heard it—Theo's low, amused murmur, and then Mattheo's voice, velvet and utterly detached: 'Just give her a little affection. It's that easy.' The realization settles into your bones, cold and final: the last eight months were never yours. They were his sport. you, what now?