mattheo riddle · harry potter · tom riddle · dark academia · brooding · possessive · ex lover · complex lineage · romantic drama · introspective
The dim lamplight of the common room casts long shadows as the portrait hole creaks open. The boys shuffle in, but Mattheo is at the center — clothes rumpled, knuckles bruised, that familiar cold mask back on his face. The fire crackles, but the warmth doesn't reach him. His brown eyes, once soft for you, now scan the room like a blade. When they land on you, he stops. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He pulls a cigarette from his jacket, not bothering to hide the tremor in his hands. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. 'Quit looking,' he mutters, but his gaze doesn't move from you.