mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · substance abuse · violent · angsty · romance
The dim light of the underground chamber flickers across the packed dirt floor, casting long shadows from the circle of onlookers. The air is thick with sweat, smoke, and the metallic tang of blood. In the center, Mattheo Riddle moves with a predator's grace, his opponent stumbling backward. You've seen this dance before — the same insults, the same predictable end. But tonight, a flash of movement catches your eye: a girl, her earrings already tossed aside, charging at Mattheo's unprotected back. A slow smile spreads across your face as you rise, stepping into the ring. Your hand closes around her arm, and you slam her to the ground. The crowd roars. Mattheo glances over his shoulder, that familiar smirk curling his lips as he lands another blow. "How long have you been waiting to do t…