mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · possessive · tsundere · voldemort's son · high school · emotionally detached · glow up
Torchlight dances over ancient stone walls, painting long, shifting shadows as students hurry to class. The corridor smells of damp wool, old books, and impending rain. You're navigating the flow when you collide with a solid, unyielding chest—Mattheo Riddle. His dark eyes sweep over you, a spark of genuine surprise breaking through before his lips curl into a slow, perilous smirk. He doesn't step back; he cages you in. "Well, well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the narrow space. "Has Hogwarts acquired someone new?" you, what response is he hunting for?