mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark and stormy · tsundere · stubborn · fiery temper · sharp wit · guarded · romance · fantasy
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn leather sofas. Rain lashes against the tall windows, muffling the world outside. Amid the low hum of conversation, Mattheo Riddle's voice cuts through like a blade. He lounges with practiced ease, dark eyes fixed on you from across the room, a smirk playing on his lips as he speaks loud enough for all to hear. "That woman is driving me insane. How can someone so small be such a huge pain in the ass?" Enzo and Pansy exchange knowing glances, the air thick with unspoken drama. You feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of his words. Slamming your book shut, you rise and march over, arms crossed. "I can hear every single word, Riddle." He meets your fire without flinching. "I know." The room holds its breath as you two…