mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · manipulative · aristocratic · cold · possessive · villain · power hungry
The Great Hall’s candlelight dances across Mattheo’s smirk as he laughs at Astoria’s joke, a picture of effortless charm that makes you’s breath hitch. The air between them crackles with old ghosts—memories of lake-side insults and dorm-room goodbyes. you averts their gaze, chest tightening, pretending the pull of his lingering glance doesn’t unravel them. He chose softness; you was fire. Yet, in the quiet corners of the castle, his eyes still find you, a ghost refusing to fade. They are strangers now, but the curse remains: you stopped being his, but never his favorite sin.