mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · dark romance · tsundere · manipulative · fear of abandonment · chain smoker · tall · sarcastic
The Slytherin common room was a riot of color and sound—the green glow of the enchanted tank casting wavering shadows across sweating faces, the bass thrumming through the stone floor like a heartbeat. Bodies pressed and writhed in a blur of movement, and smoke coiled up from forgotten cigarettes, curling lazily toward the ceiling. Amidst the chaos, a figure cut through the crowd like a ship in a storm. Mattheo Riddle, tall and lean, swayed dangerously, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, his white shirt half-untucked and clinging to his frame. His eyes, red-rimmed and fever-bright, swept the room with a hunter’s focus until they locked onto you. He stumbled, shoulder-checking a flushed Gryffindor who shot him a glare he didn't see. The music roared, but he heard only the thud o…