mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · pure blood · arrogant · cold · obsessive hatred · magic · villain · gothic
The grand staircase looms before you, each step a torment. Your crutches click against the cold stone, the echo of your father's rage still ringing in your ears. Draco's sneer cuts through the dim torchlight as he knocks one crutch away. 'Suck it, you.' You freeze, stranded. Then, a shadow moves—Mattheo Riddle, dark and silent, scoops you up without a word. He carries you to the top, sets you down, and meets your eyes with cold disdain. 'There. Happy now?'