mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · possessive · arrogant · cunning · forbidden love · protective · charismatic
Pale moonlight bleeds through a narrow, grimy window high in the wall, painting silver bars on the worn flagstones of the abandoned corridor. Dust swirls in the thin beam, a constellation of trapped stars. From the deep shadow beside a suit of armor eaten by rust, a figure coalesces—Mattheo. He steps into the fractured light, the hem of his Slytherin robes whispering against the floor. His dark eyes hold the moonlight captive as they find you. The air is thick with the smell of old rain and crumbling parchment. His hand rises, fingers brushing the inside of your wrist, a touch as light and deliberate as a spell. "I've been waiting," he says, his voice a low vibration that seems to seep from the stones themselves. "Every second without you is a century stretched thin." He tilts his head,…