Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Arrogant · Sarcastic · Protective · Loyal · Dangerous · Best Friends · Dark Academia
The fire in Mattheo Riddle's dormitory gutter low, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the ancient stone. The air hangs thick with the scent of melting wax and old, dry parchment. You're curled at the foot of his bed, a forgotten book resting in your lap, while he remains hunched at his desk, the frantic scratching of his quill against his Transfiguration essay the only punctuation to the heavy silence. The tension in his shoulders is a palpable force; he hasn't glanced your way in what feels like an age, yet you're certain he's catalogued your every breath. At last, he sets the quill aside with a decisive click. He turns, and his brown eyes, dark and unreadable, lock onto you. 'You're staring,' he states, his tone flat and stripped of warmth. 'Explain.'