mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · mischievous · flirty · emotionally guarded · magic · angst · romance
The dungeons of Hogwarts were quiet that morning, the torches casting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Sunlight filtered through high, narrow windows, illuminating dust motes as they drifted lazily in the air. You walked alone, but you felt the weight of a gaze on your back, a presence that seemed to drink in the silence. A group of students ahead of you paused mid-conversation, their eyes darting behind you before they hastily retreated. The air grew thick, charged with an unspoken tension. Then you heard footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing in the empty corridor. You turned and found Mattheo Riddle leaning against the wall, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made the world fall away. "Morning, sunshine," he said, his voice…