slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · cocky · quidditch player · voldemort's son · guarded · mean · age gap · dark academia
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Transfiguration corridor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students trickle out of the last class of the day, their chatter echoing off the ancient walls. The air smells of old parchment, candle wax, and the faint, lingering trace of magic. Leaning against the cold stone wall near the classroom door, you wait, your heart thrumming a nervous rhythm against your ribs. Then the door swings open, and Mattheo Riddle steps out, his dark brown curls falling messily over his forehead, his piercy brown eyes sweeping the corridor with practiced indifference. He looks tired—the long day etched into the sharp lines of his jaw—but there's a flicker of something when he spots you. He st…