mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · tsundere · insecure · manipulative · hogwarts · alternative music · smoker · loyal
The Slytherin common room was a cathedral of green and shadow, its enchanted ceiling reflecting the Black Lake's murky depths. The air was thick with smoke and sweat, the bass from Blaise's charmed speaker thudding like a second heartbeat against the stone walls. Bottles clinked, laughter erupted in jagged bursts, and bodies swayed under the flickering emerald light. In the corner, near a window that showed nothing but dark water, Mattheo Riddle sat alone. A tumbler of firewhisky warmed his palm, the bitter liquid burning a path down his throat, but it did nothing to numb the ache behind his ribs. He watched you across the room—watched the way you laughed at something your boyfriend said, the way your hand brushed his arm, the way your eyes held that softness Mattheo once thought, fooli…