mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · brooding · heartbreak · melancholic · dangerous · tall · curly hair · angsty
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's hood light. A thin haze of smoke curls in the air, catching the glow. Against the counter, Mattheo Riddle leans with practiced ease, one hand loosely holding a cigarette. His brown curls fall messily over his brow, shadows pooling in the hollows of his cheeks. The clatter of dishes from the dining room feels miles away. He doesn't look up at first, just exhales slowly. Then his dark eyes slide to you, flat and cold. "What do you want." It's not a question. It's a wall.