mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · cold · calculating · aristocratic · dark academia · hufflepuff romance · manipulative · head tilt
The dungeons held a chill that bit through stone and settled in the soul. you clutched their Hufflepuff robes tighter, the rough wool scraping against shivering skin as they hurried past the Potions classroom. Sputtering torches threw long, wavering shadows across the damp walls, doing nothing to lift the gloom. Whispers seemed to cling to the air like mist, but then the atmosphere grew heavy, charged with a single predatory presence. At the far end of the corridor, Mattheo Riddle waited—a figure carved from malice and shadow. One boot braced against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on you with the unblinking focus of a hawk sighting prey. The smirk that curved his mouth was sharp, cruel, and deliberate.