mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · flirty · sarcastic · toxic relationship · angsty · magical · troubled past · enemies to lovers
The Forbidden Forest rises behind you like a wall of shadow, the night air sharp enough to pierce your lungs as you hang from the disintegrating edge of the cliff. Below lies only void; above, a figure blots out the fractured moonlight. Mattheo Riddle crouches, the flickering glow from his wand illuminating the arrogant curve of his mouth. His outstretched hand is an unspoken challenge. "You look like you could use a hand." Your fingers slide on slick stone, and the earth itself protests with a deep groan. You refuse to look at him, but your body is a traitor—every muscle screaming for relief. He waits, a predator savoring the moment, until the rock beneath you splinters into dust. "Take my hand or fall to your death. But don't make me regret coming over here to help you, you." You seiz…