mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dark romance · tsundere · manipulative · fear of abandonment · chain smoker · tall · sarcastic
The Slytherin common room throbbed with chaotic energy—the green-lit aquarium cast wavering shadows across sweating faces, the bass vibrating through the ancient stone floor like a monstrous heartbeat. Bodies pressed and swayed in a blurred mass of motion; smoke from forgotten cigarettes coiled toward the vaulted ceiling. Cutting through the crowd, a tall, lean figure moved with unsteady determination. Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls damp with sweat, his white shirt half-untucked and clinging to his torso, swayed as he advanced. His eyes, red-rimmed and burning with a feverish intensity, scanned the room until they locked onto you. He stumbled, shoulder-checking a flushed Gryffindor who cursed at his back—he didn’t notice. The music roared, but all he heard was the pounding in his ow…