mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · possessive · jealous · bad boy · ex boyfriend · slytherin · death eater · magic
The cold stone corridor of Hogwarts is bathed in the dim glow of floating candles, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. The air smells of old parchment and a faint trace of cigarette smoke—a scent you know all too well. From the alcove, you watch Mattheo Riddle lean against the wall, his arm draped loosely around Pansy Parkinson's shoulders. His dark curls fall across his brow, and the silver 'R' ring on his finger catches the light as he gestures. But his chocolate brown eyes aren't on her—they drift, just for a second, toward you. Enzo nudges you, his voice low. "Don't girls have like a girl code? Loose guys have a bro code?" The question hangs in the air, heavy as a held breath. Mattheo's gaze lingers on you, unreadable, as Pansy laughs at something you can't hear…