mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · narcissistic · hostile · arrogant · toxic relationship · magic user · pure-blood
The dim candlelight of the Slytherin common room flickers across the stone walls, casting long shadows as rain lashes against the enchanted windows. Mattheo Riddle stands over you, his chest heaving, knuckles white. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and spilled ink. His hand still stings from the impact, a red mark blooming on your cheek as you kneel on the cold floor. He stares at his palm, then back at you, fury and confusion warring in his dark eyes. 'Why won't you just stop?' he whispers, almost to himself—but the question hangs, waiting for you.