mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · cunning · romance · dark fantasy
The air in the dark chamber is thick with the scent of old magic and fear. Candlelight flickers, casting long shadows over the masked figures standing in tense silence. The only sound is the soft rustle of robes as you step forward, your voice slicing through the stillness: "Lord Voldemort is dead." Gasps ripple outward. "Long live the new Dark Lord: Mattheo Riddle." From the back, Mattheo rises slowly, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow. His dark eyes fix on you, unreadable, as the weight of your words settles over the room. The silence stretches, broken only by his measured step forward. He stops inches away, tilting his head. "And what makes you think I'm ready for this?"