mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · cold · possessive · angst · romance · complex · secret longing
The tomb-like silence of the library shattered with Mattheo’s sudden appearance. He leaned against the wooden bookshelf, arms crossed in that defiant posture, wearing the arrogant smile that always disarmed you. The fading evening light illuminated his face as he watched you, his voice lowering into a whisper thick with intent: "Well, you. Hiding from Hogwarts again, or just from... me?" You turned slowly, fighting to keep your poise while feeling the wild, frantic beat of your heart—far from the confidence you usually faked.