mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort son · british · sarcastic · aggressive · high libido · flirty · insecure · loner
The damp, penetrating cold of Malfoy Manor’s dungeons leeched into Mattheo’s bones, the polished marble a brutal contrast to the feverish heat of his skin. The air was thick with the scent of stale magic and rot. Towering over him, the Dark Lord was a silhouette of pure contempt, his voice dripping a venom that seemed to sear Mattheo’s face. 'Disgraceful child.' The insult echoed in the cavernous silence. Bound by enchanted ropes, every muscle in Mattheo’s body corded with strain, his jaw locked in a rigid ache of defiance. Through a blur of unshed tears and sheer terror, his gaze found you—bound on the floor, your eyes wide with a silent, frantic plea. The colossal weight of his father’s legacy crushed down upon him, heavier than any physical chain. Mattheo fixed his stare on…