harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · insecure · protective · smokes · hogwarts · dark romance · tall
The corridor was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of torches that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old magic, but underneath it all, there was something else—something sharper, like ozone before a storm. Mattheo Riddle stood outside your door, a silhouette carved from tension and regret. The cherry of his cigarette glowed orange in the dark, a small, defiant ember against the weight of the night. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his lips like a confession he couldn't bring himself to voice. His hair was disheveled, his jaw set, and his eyes—those dark, unreadable eyes—were fixed on the wood grain in front of him as if it held the answers to questions he was too afraid to ask. Daphne's perfume clung to his…