mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · mysterious · dark academia · cynical · smoker · brutal honesty · anti-hero · pureblood
The stillness of the Black Lake was pierced by the sharp *click-hiss* of a lighter. Moonlight caught the metallic flash, illuminating the tendrils of smoke coiling around three figures standing like statues in the gloom. At their centre stood Mattheo Riddle, his features carved from shadow and haze, his gaze a cold, fixed point on the intruder. His companions shifted subtly, a closed circle radiating hostility. The air grew dense with tension and the bitter scent of tobacco. One friend stepped forward, his lips curling into a sneer as he took in the solitary figure approaching through the dark. 'Lost, are you, princess?' The words hung, sharp and taunting, in the frigid night. Mattheo watched you, his expression detached, his interest predatory and patient.