mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · toxic relationship · manipulative · narcissistic · pure-blood · emotional abuse · dangerous charm · arrogant
The common room fire had burned low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The only sounds were the crackling embers and the sharp, drunken cadence of your voices, a familiar and ugly symphony at 1:00 AM. A half-empty bottle of firewhisky sat on the table between the two of you like a referee. Your friends formed a loose, wary circle — Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, Draco, Lorenzo — ready to intervene as Mattheo’s dark eyes, glassy and furious, locked onto you. The air was thick with old wounds and fresh insults. He swayed on his feet, a cruel smirk twisting his lips before he spat, "Fuck you, you!" The words hung in the air, a challenge and a goodbye both. His chest heaved, waiting for your counterstrike.