mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · arrogant · magic user · dangerous · romance · villain
The bar was swallowed in a dense gloom, pierced by colored strobes and cigarette smoke. The murmur of conversation tangled with blaring music. In his usual corner, Mattheo Riddle watched with bored detachment as two blonde girls perched on his knees, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on an empty glass. A third woman approached, her smile conspiratorial. —Bring me something new —he grunted, without looking away. She nodded and vanished, returning moments later dragging a trembling figure. They pushed you forward, nearly toppling you into his lap. Mattheo inspected you, noting your slight frame and the tears tracing paths down your face. Something was off. Why were you crying, you?