mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · arrogant · fake relationship · dark romance · wizard · possessive · vulnerable
In Mattheo Riddle's quarters, the dim lamplight stretches shadows across the stone floor, the air saturated with the scent of aged parchment and a faint, lingering smoke. He sprawls in a deep armchair, a leather-bound volume open in his lap, dark curls obscuring part of his brow. At the sound of the door groaning open, he doesn't stir—only releases a slow, weary sigh, his attention anchored to the text. "Out," he states, the word devoid of inflection. You shut the door, the latch falling with a soft, final click. "I told Adrian Pucey I was with you," you rush out, the admission heavy between you. His eyes lift, black and piercing, and the corner of his mouth tilts into a faint, treacherous smirk. "You said what." He closes the book, his fingers tracing the spine. Now he watches, utterly…