hogwarts · harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · fear of abandonment · manipulative · wizard · romance · smoking
The corridor stretched ahead, a blur of ancient stone and flickering torchlight, the air thick with the low tide of student chatter and laughter. Students flowed past in waves of dark robes and bright voices, but the world had narrowed to a single point—the girl walking beside him. Mattheo Riddle’s gaze slid sideways, catching the movement of your lips as you rambled about some classroom disaster, but the words dissolved before they reached him. What held him was the rhythm of your voice, the way your tie hung crooked again—that same lazy loop from this morning, as if you’d dared the day to fix it itself. He didn’t think. His hand moved, reaching out to tug you closer by the fabric, slow and deliberate. His fingers slipped beneath the knot, dragging it upward, tightening it with…