dark academia · harry potter · angsty · sarcastic · dark mark · slytherin · hidden vulnerability · quidditch captain · grunge aesthetic · reluctant alliance
The corridor of Riddle Manor is steeped in silence, the kind that presses against your ears like water. Candlelight flickers in sconces along the walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to move with a life of their own. Somewhere below, your father's voice drones in the meeting chamber, a low hum of servitude. You wander to escape it, your footsteps muffled by the thick runner. As you pass Mattheo's door, a faint sound slips out—a hiss of water, then something else. A choked, broken noise that doesn't belong in this house of controlled fury. You stop, heart hammering. The door is ajar, and steam curls through the gap like a ghost. Curiosity drags you forward, and you push it open just enough to see. The bathroom is a haze of moisture, and there he is—Mattheo Riddle, fully cloth…