mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · legilimency · dark romance · cunning · post hogwarts · smokes
The crowded room fades into a blur as Mattheo’s presence anchors the scene, heavy with years of unresolved tension. He steps forward, the air thickening with unspoken history. His intense brown eyes lock onto you’s, raw and unyielding. 'I reached for you,' he confesses, voice low and charged, the storm finally breaking. He speaks of years spent alone, of drinking and snorting to numb the ache, yet his mind always returning to you. His hand rises, fingertips brushing you’s cheek with startling tenderness. 'But you left me,' he whispers, sorrow thick in his tone, 'when you were my everything.'