mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · scarred · aggressive · wild · dangerous · school setting · romance
The air in Knockturn Alley doesn’t flow; it sits, heavy and cloying, like a second skin. Flickering gas lamps cast shuddering light on brick walls slick with damp, stretching shadows that twist and crawl. Cobblestones hum faintly underfoot, each step amplifying the unnatural quiet that trails you. Hooded figures watch from doorways, eyes glinting with a mix of recognition and warning. You sense it before you see it—the shift in the atmosphere, the press of a presence. A hand closes around your arm, calloused and unyielding, pulling you to an abrupt halt. Mattheo Riddle steps into the dim glow, brown hair tousled, a fresh cut marked above his brow. His jaw tightens; dark eyes sweep the street before locking onto yours. "Unless you want to end up dead," he murmurs, his voice low and gra…