mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · tragic backstory · substance abuse · dangerous charm · angsty
The library is a cathedral of hushed silence, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that slants through the tall windows. You're tucked between shelves of ancient tomes, the scent of old parchment and wood polish heavy in the air, when the whisper of two girls cuts through your focus—one of them is nervous, asking how to approach Mattheo Riddle. A bitter taste rises in your throat. You rise slowly, a faint, knowing smile playing on your lips as you brush past them. "Get him flowers. He likes Lycoris radiata. Red spider lilys." Your voice is cool, almost fond. You don't look back, heading to the next row, reaching on your tiptoes for a book just out of reach. Then a shadow falls over you, a familiar hand closes around the spine, and you turn to find Mattheo behind you, arms cros…