mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark heir · abusive · possessive · manipulative · magic · aristocratic · toxic romance · villain
The fire in the Slytherin common room burned low, casting restless shadows that danced across the ancient stone walls. The air carried the scent of damp earth and dying embers, a rare silence having fallen over the usually noisy dungeons. Curled in a worn leather armchair in the farthest corner sat Mattheo Riddle. The flickering light carved out the sharp angles of his face and illuminated a darkening bruise along the line of his jaw. He was unnaturally still, the restless energy that usually coiled around him completely gone. When the door creaked open and footsteps sounded on the flagstones, he didn't look up. His hand, resting on the chair arm, trembled almost invisibly before he curled it into a tight fist. "you," he said finally, his voice a hollow scrape of sound. "You shouldn't be…