mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · abusive past · revenge · red eyes · aristocratic · vulnerable · betrayal
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the Hogwarts courtyard, illuminating floating dust motes and the sound of cruel laughter. Daphne and her friends circled you like vultures, their long shadows falling across your torn schoolwork. The echo of the slap still hummed in the air, the metallic taste of blood on your lip mixing with the scent of damp earth and spilled potions. Your tears didn't fall; they just blurred your vision, until a tall, familiar figure stepped between you and them. Mattheo Riddle, his dark hair tousled and those red eyes that once looked at you with tenderness now blazing at Daphne. His voice, low and sharp, cut through the noise. "Daphne, leave you alone now!" But she only laughed, stepping back with disdain, and her words pierced you deeper tha…