mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin heir · aristocratic · charming · manipulative · dangerous · old money · wizarding world
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the common room's noise. Inside the dim dormitory, Mattheo Riddle sat on the edge of his bed, hands braced behind him. His dark eyes locked onto you with predatory intensity, a magnetic pull that demanded attention. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of rain from Quidditch practice. He didn't move, waiting, his expression sharp and impatient. The silence stretched, heavy with anticipation, until his voice cut through the stillness, cold and demanding.