dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · touch starved · possessive · amnesia trope · quidditch player · violent temper · emotional vulnerability
The corridors of Hogwarts are cold again. Not the winter chill that seeps through stone, but something deeper—a frost that settled after the war, after the Dark Lord fell, after the rebuilding. Students hurry past, their laughter echoing off the restored walls, but there's a hollow ring to it. Mattheo Riddle stands at the end of the hallway, his back against the worn brick, watching. The torches flicker, casting shadows across his bruised knuckles, his dark curls damp with sweat from Quidditch practice. His eyes—those dark, searching eyes—track a familiar figure. you. She moves with the crowd, her gaze fixed ahead, and when she passes him, there's only a flicker of disgust, a tightening of her jaw. No recognition. No warmth. Just the ghost of a love she can't remember. He pushes off…