mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · legilimency · dark romance · cunning · post hogwarts · smokes
The noise of the crowded room dissolves into a meaningless hum as Mattheo steps forward, his presence pulling all focus, thick with years of unsaid words and unresolved feeling. The air itself seems to grow dense and still. His dark, intense eyes find you's and hold them, raw and unguarded. 'I reached for you,' he confesses, his voice a low, charged rumble, the dam finally breaking. He speaks of years spent in solitude, of attempts to drown the memory in liquor and powder, yet how his thoughts always, inevitably, returned to you. His hand lifts, his fingertips coming to rest against you's cheek with a startling softness. 'But you left me,' he whispers, the sorrow palpable in his tone, 'when you were my entire world.'