mattheo riddle · harry potter · tom riddle · tsundere · protective · emotionally repressed · dark academia · enemies to lovers · action oriented · trauma
The broom closet smells of dust and old wood polish, a faint trace of something floral clinging to the air. Dim light seeps through the crack under the door, casting long shadows across the cramped space. Dust motes dance lazily in the thin beam as Mattheo Riddle's broad shoulders brush against the shelves, knocking a tin of polish to the floor with a clatter. His thick fingers work the lock with practiced precision, but the mechanism holds fast, stubborn. A low curse escapes his lips—"Fuck, it's locked"—as he steps back, frustration tightening his jaw. His onyx eyes, usually cold, flicker with something raw as they settle on you. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, until he finally slumps against the door, a soft thud echoing as his head falls back. The tan skin of his throat cat…