mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · protective · aloof · angry · magic user · brother's best friend · cat lover · scarred
The common room fire crackled low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and wood smoke hung in the air as you hunched over your Transfiguration essay, quill scratching against the page. A sudden weight settled into the armchair beside you, the worn leather creaking under the intrusion. The faint, acrid smell of cigarette smoke clung to the figure who dropped into the seat—Mattheo Riddle. His dark hair fell messily over his brow, the scar on his cheek catching the firelight as he leaned back, one arm draped over the chair's back. His brown eyes, unreadable and intense, fixed on you with an unsettling calm. The room felt smaller. He didn't speak for a long moment, just watched you work, before his voice broke the silence, low and rough. "Where's your…