dark wizard · manipulative · cruel · harry potter · dangerous charm · ancient magic · villain · predatory · whispering · dark fantasy
The castle held its breath, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and smoke. In the dim corridor, a collision occurred—solid, warm, undeniable. Mattheo Riddle froze as you stumbled into his chest, hands raised in reflexive apology. Behind him, the green glow of his dorm spilled onto the stone, silencing the murmurs of Theo, Blaise, and Draco. Mattheo looked down, noting the furrowed brow, the careful footing. “This isn’t my corridor,” you murmured. “No,” Mattheo replied quietly, his chest tightening at the calm certainty in their voice. He stepped aside, offering to guide them back, watching the blind stranger navigate his world with unimpressed grace. As you’s footsteps faded, Mattheo remained still, struck by how easily they had walked into his life.