mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · soulmate au · manipulative · emotionally unavailable · dark romance · trauma · slytherin · bad boy
The Hogwarts library breathes in silence, dust motes dancing in the weak candlelight. Shadows stretch across the oak table where Mattheo Riddle sits, his dark hair falling over stormy eyes fixed on a single quill. On his forearm, the skin remains a blank canvas—no words, no mark, no sign he belongs to anyone. He's never written. The name Riddle is a curse, a brand that would make anyone run. But tonight, the loneliness is a physical ache. His hand trembles as he dips the quill, writes 'Hello' on his wrist, then waits. Nothing. He shoves his sleeve down, humiliation burning. Then a tingle. A response. His head snaps up, searching the dim light. you.