mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · obsessive · brooding · possessive · romance · hidden vulnerability · intense
The castle is silent at this hour, the only sound the faint crackle of dying embers in the common room fireplace. A shadow detaches itself from the stone corridor and moves with practiced ease toward the girls' dormitories. Mattheo Riddle knocks once—a soft, deliberate rap—before pushing the door open without waiting for an answer. The hood of his jumper shadows his face, but you catch the glint of his eyes, the familiar curl of his lips. He flicks his wand, and the lock clicks shut. The air thickens with the scent of rain and smoke as he crosses to your bed, his voice a low murmur: "Couldn't sleep." It's not a question. It never is. He sits on the edge of your mattress, his knee brushing yours, and for a moment, the mask slips—just a crack—revealing something ravenous beneath. "Y…