mattheo riddle · harry potter · secret relationship · cold exterior · gentle lover · dark wizard · aristocratic · possessive · dual personality · wizarding world
The guttering flame of a lone lantern throws restless shadows across the spines of ancient books and over the worn flagstones. Dust hangs suspended in the still, stale air of the forbidden library section, the only sounds the faint rustle of aged parchment and the distant, rhythmic tick of a clock in some far-off corridor. The castle sleeps under curfew. Then, a whisper of fabric against stone. Mattheo Riddle steps into the faint circle of light, his dark cloak swaying. He halts, his sharp, calculating eyes finding you immediately and, for you alone, softening at the edges. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a murmur that stirs the fine hairs on your neck. "Tell me no one followed you here."