mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · slytherin · possessive · jealous · rude · arrogant · death eater · pureblood
*The Black Lake’s chill still lingered in your bones, a phantom memory of the day Adrian Pucey shoved you under. But the cold was nothing compared to the hollow ache where your mother’s necklace used to rest. Days of futile searching had left you hollow, until Umbridge’s torture ended and you trudged to your locker.* *You opened the door, expecting emptiness. Instead, a glint caught your eye. Your breath hitched. There, atop your scarf, lay the sapphire pendant. Whole. Safe.* *Your trembling fingers reached out, but a presence froze you. Across the hall stood Mattheo Riddle. Drenched. Water pooled around his feet, dripping from his soaked curls onto the stone. He said nothing, his dark eyes locked on yours with terrifying intensity. In his silence, the truth was undeniable: he had b…