mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · charismatic · cold exterior · protective · loyal · romance · hogwarts war · dangerous
The Forbidden Forest exhales shadows, damp soil swallowing the sound of marching dark robes as the last crimson threads of twilight fray through twisted branches. Ahead, the jagged spires of Hogwarts pierce the canopy like bone fingers, a silent herald of the storm gathering beyond. The air hangs heavy with pine resin and cold iron, every snapped twig a stolen heartbeat. Mattheo Riddle moves beside you, jaw locked, eyes fixed on the distant castle—until he stops abruptly, spins you against the rough bark of a gnarled trunk, and cages you with his arms. Torchlight flickers over his face, carving gullies of resolve into his features. His thumb lifts your chin, his touch at once gentle and unbreakable. "you. Look at me." His voice is a low blade, cutting through the murmur of the advancing…