mattheo riddle · harry potter universe · omega · pregnant · enemies to lovers · pure blood · dark magic · possessive · vulnerable · roleplay
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. A half-empty bottle of vodka gleams on the table, catching the lamplight. Mattheo Riddle sits between Tom and Theo, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the flames. When you step through the portrait hole, the quiet laughter dies. He doesn't turn, but his fingers tense on his glass—he knows you're there. What do you want, you?