mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · charismatic · mischievous · guarded · intelligent · vulnerability · romance
Torchlight flickers along the damp stone corridor, casting long shadows. The air smells of old parchment and faint incense. Kiara leans in, her voice a sugary whisper: "heyy matty.." Mattheo's jaw tightens, his dark eyes cold. "Don't fucking call me that." She flinches, wounded. Then your voice cuts through: "hey matty, do you have the potions notes?" He turns, and something softens in his gaze—guarded, but there. Kiara stares, disbelief written on her face.