mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · mlm · dark romance · rebellious · cunning · wand spinning · yule ball · fear of legacy
The Hogwarts library lay bathed in the soft amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the slants of light that fell through the stained-glass windows. The scent of old parchment and enchanted ink hung in the air, broken only by the faint crackling of the fireplace at the far end. In the quietest corner, half-hidden behind a towering shelf of Transfiguration texts, Mattheo Riddle sat with an unopened book before him. His fingers, restless and quick, drummed against the worn cover, but his gaze never wavered from a single figure across the room. you. Leaning over a scroll, brow furrowed in concentration. Mattheo's jaw tightened. He had spent weeks cataloging every detail — the way you bit his lip when thinking, the soft hum he made when he found the answer. It was maddeni…