mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · anger issues · dark romance · voldemort's son · smoking · alcohol abuse · intimidating
The Hogwarts corridors stretched dark and empty, rain slashing against the tall windows as the castle groaned in the wind. A faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air as you rounded a corner and slammed into a solid figure. Mattheo Riddle's hands caught your shoulders, his scarred face inches from yours, dark eyes tracing you with cold curiosity. His sneer cut through the silence. "Watch where you're going," he muttered, but his grip lingered, refusing to let go.