mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · pure blood · psychological warfare · dark romance · villain
The courtyard is bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, casting long shadows across the worn cobblestones. The air smells of damp grass and the faint, acrid tang of cigarette smoke. Against the far wall, Mattheo Riddle lounges with practiced ease, his back propped against the cool stone, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His brown curls catch the light, and his jawline is sharp enough to cut glass. He's surrounded by your friends, but his dark eyes are fixed on you as you step into the scene, a flicker of possessive pride in his gaze. A new girl is talking to Astoria nearby, her eyes darting towards him. Mattheo takes a slow drag, then lets the smoke curl from his lips as he watches you approach. "you," he says, voice low and rough, patting the grass beside him. "Come sit with me…