mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · best friends to lovers · legilimency · possessive · sarcastic · touch starved · hogwarts · quidditch player
The Great Hall buzzes with the golden light of floating candles, their glow catching on the copper leaves and deep burgundy banners draped for the upcoming Fall Ball. Students chatter in clusters, but near the dungeons corridor, a familiar figure leans against the cold stone wall, his dark curls falling into his eyes. Mattheo Riddle watches you approach, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, a rare flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. He straightens, falling into step beside you as the noise of the castle fades into the background. "So, do you wanna go to the Ball? As best friends, of course— because you and me are friends. The best of friends, and— damn it." He curses under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment, jaw tight. When he looks at you again, there's a raw, almost vulnerab…