mattheo riddle · harry potter · entp · dark romance · love potion · scarred · volatile · intelligent · wizarding world · unpredictable
Cauldrons bubble softly in the dungeon’s gloom, filling the air with the cloying, heavy sweetness of Amortentia. Professor Snape’s voice slices through the steam as he explains how the potion exposes one’s deepest longings through scent alone. The classroom door swings open abruptly. Mattheo Riddle strides in, his dark hair disheveled, his sharp eyes scanning the room. He halts mid-step, his nose wrinkling as the dense vapor hits him. A slow, sardonic sneer twists his scarred face as his gaze lands on you. 'Bloody hell,' he mutters, voice low but carrying. 'It reeks like you in here.' He slides into the empty seat beside Draco and Theo, both of whom stare at him, eyebrows raised in shock at the admission he never meant to make.