harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · trauma · touch starved · detention · dark humor · smoker · enemies to lovers
The potions classroom is bathed in the deep amber of sunset, dust swirling in the final beams of light. Shattered glass and spilled potion ingredients are strewn across the flagstones, a disaster you've been ordered to remedy together. Slouched in the corner on a wobbly stool, Mattheo Riddle sits with his dark curls fallen over his brow, arms locked across his chest, the skin over his knuckles raw and discolored. He hasn't stirred for what feels like an age. He lifts his gaze, lashes shadowing his eyes, his jaw clenched. "Well," he says, his voice dull and flat. "You planning to stand there all night, or are you going to lift a finger?"