mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arrogant · sadistic · manipulative · revenge · villain · dark romance
The castle corridors are dead silent, lit only by the faint glow of a few torches. You stagger toward the Slytherin common room, blood trickling from your split lip, your body aching from the Ravenclaw boy's fists. Your knock on the oak door echoes like a confession. It swings open, and Mattheo Riddle leans against the frame, his dark eyes scanning your battered form. A slow smirk curls his lips. "Well, well... what do we have here?" He steps aside, just enough for you to enter.