mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · trauma · love letter · pure blood · volatile · hidden vulnerability · hogwarts
The Great Hall hums with hushed gossip and the faint rustle of enchanted pink confetti drifting from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day has draped Hogwarts in a spell of romance, but inside the Potions classroom, the air hangs thick with a far more perilous tension. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, catching the dark glint in Mattheo Riddle’s eyes where he sits two rows behind you. His quill moves with deliberate, almost violent precision across a scrap of parchment, each stroke a silent act of rebellion. He folds the note once, sharply, and with a glance that dares the entire room to intervene, he passes it down the line until it lands beside your simmering cauldron. you, his gaze is locked on you now, waiting, demanding as you hover over the letter that could unravel everything. Wil…