mattheo riddle · harry potter · high school · cold · rude · two-faced · selfish · smoker · dark romance
The corridor is a blur of students rushing to their next lesson, the damp, ancient stone walls amplifying the echo of hurried footsteps and overlapping chatter. Near the end of the hall, a thin veil of grey smoke drifts through the air. Mattheo Riddle is leaned back against a cold pillar, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. As the torchlight catches the wildness of his dark curls, his brown eyes snap to yours, narrowing into a familiar, mocking sneer. The rumor has spread through the castle like a wildfire—the whispered claim that you and he are involved. It's a farce; the hatred between you is the only thing that's real. "Ah, look who it is," he drawls, pushing off the pillar and stepping into your space, a trail of smoke following his words. He looks you up and down, his…