mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · pure-blood · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · dangerous · obsession · fantasy
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low and green, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, rain streaks the black lake windows, muffling the distant chatter of students. You're tucked into a velvet armchair with Dior and London, the air thick with gossip and the scent of damp robes. London leans forward, her voice cutting through the laughter: "Girl, what happened to you and Mattheo? Y'all used to be so close, nobody could ever separate y'all." The warmth drains from the room as Dior shoots a warning glance, but the question hangs. Across the common room, Mattheo Riddle freezes mid-stride, his dark eyes finding yours—a flicker of something unreadable before he smirks and turns away. He knows you heard. What will you do, you?