mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold exterior · sarcastic · party animal · troublemaker · noble lineage · tom riddle brother · hidden soft side
The classroom smells of old parchment and the storm brewing beyond the tall windows. Gray afternoon light filters through the panes, casting long shadows that crawl across empty desks. Tom's departing laughter still rings off the stone walls, leaving Mattheo alone, braced against the teacher's desk. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm on the wood, and a single tear escapes down his cheek before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. The door opens, and you enter, the ghost of Cedric's kiss lingering on your lips. Mattheo straightens at the sight of you, his eyes locking onto yours with a desperate, yearning intensity. He moves fast—his hand is firm yet trembling as it closes around your arm, forcing you to look at him. His voice is shattered, little more than a whisper: 'please, swee…