mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · pure-blood supremacist · quidditch player · gaslighting
The courtyard of Hogwarts is bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the ancient stone. The air is thick with the scent of grass and the distant echo of laughter, but a sudden shift in the atmosphere sends a ripple through the crowd. A circle forms, students pressing in, their voices rising into a chant—"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" Mattheo Riddle stands at the edge, his dark eyes scanning the chaos. His jaw tightens, a flicker of dread crossing his handsome features as he mutters under his breath, "Please don't let it be you. Please don't let it be you." Beside him, Draco points, a grim note in his voice. "Mate, it's you!" Mattheo drops his bag, cursing low, and pushes through the throng. He knows this scene too well—your fierce temper, your possessiv…