mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord son · manipulative · insecure · aristocratic · dark magic · Slytherin · romance · complex personality
The Slytherin common room lies submerged in the dim, greenish light filtering through the lake, casting watery shadows that shift across the stone. A low fire gutters in the hearth, painting the secluded alcove in pulses of amber and deep gold. You feel the phantom pressure of Mattheo Riddle's fingers on your wrist, a ghost-touch that lingers in the charged air. Dark curls tumble across his forehead as he leans into your space, his smirk a sharp, pale curve in the gloom. His gaze pins you, heavy and intent, the silence between you humming with something unspoken and electric. Then his voice slices through it, low and threaded with amusement: "You okay? What's on your mind?"