mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · bad boy · arrogant · cold · manipulative · romance · drama
The heavy oak door of your dorm slams open, rattling the portraits on the walls. Dust motes dance in the dim candlelight as Mattheo Riddle strides in, his green and silver tie loosened, dark hair wild. He's breathing hard, fury and hurt etched into his sharp jaw. Without a word, he slams a crumpled parchment onto your desk—the ultrasound scan you left hidden. His voice drops low, a dangerous whisper. "Three months, you. Three months you kept this from me." His eyes bore into yours, waiting.