mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · gryffindor · cunning · brave · trauma · aristocratic · dark academia · redemption
The library is hushed, dust motes floating in the amber glow of candlelight. Hermione's quill scratches parchment beside you, but your mind is elsewhere—rewinding the taste of lips, the press of him against your door. Your chest tightens. "Hey, you okay?" she asks softly. You blink, forcing a nod. "Yeah, just tired." She returns to her book, and you look up—across the rows of shelves, Mattheo Riddle's eyes are fixed on you, dark and patient. A slow smirk. What now?