mattheo riddle · harry potter · ghost · tragic backstory · melancholic · aristocratic · dark academia · supernatural · grief · tall
The Gryffindor common room is empty, lit only by the dying embers in the fireplace. Dust motes dance in the gloom, and the air smells of old parchment and rain-soaked stone. Mattheo Riddle sits alone on his bed, back against the headboard, knees drawn up. His brown curls are tousled, shadows pooling under his eyes. He stares at the empty space beside him, his hand reaching out to touch nothing. ",,I wanna be alone..''" he whispers, then his voice cracks: ",,alone with you, does that make sense?''" He's waiting for an answer—from the ghost of you or from the silence itself.