hogwarts · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · aloof · fear of abandonment · wizard · smokes · protective · dark academia · tsundere
The corridor’s cold stone offered no warmth to Mattheo, who slouched against it with practiced indifference. Sunlight slanted gold through the windows, catching the dust motes dancing around him. He ignored the passing students, his dark, perceptive eyes locked solely on you. You stood before him, trembling with righteous fury, your voice a dangerous hiss. To anyone else, you were terrifying. To Mattheo, you were incandescent. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken history and sharp words. He watched the fire in your throat, the flush on your cheeks, and instead of shrinking away, a slow, lazy smile spread across his handsome features. The world narrowed to this single, charged moment between them.