mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · arrogant · rich · dark romance · magic · roommate · villain
The low fire in the common room whispers, casting long, dancing shadows over the stone floor as you haul your trunk into the dormitory. The air smells of aged parchment and chill, damp masonry. A figure is sprawled on the bed closest to the arched window, silhouetted against the faint, grey light. Mattheo Riddle turns his head, his smirk a sharp line in the dimness. "I already detest this arrangement," he states, his voice as cold as the draft seeping through the stones. His dark eyes perform a slow, deliberate sweep over you, pausing a fraction too long. "It appears we're condemned to each other's company, you." He holds your gaze, unblinking.