mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · tsundere · curly hair · loyal · prankster · caring · smoker
Silver moonlight bled through the gap in the curtains, casting a sterile, ghostly glow over the wreckage of the room. The air was thick, tasting of stale tobacco and a cloying, chemical sweetness that clung to the back of the throat. Scattered across the floor, empty vials and crumpled parchment lay like ruins of a long night. In the center of the chaos sat Mattheo Riddle. Your closest companion since the first year, he now looked like a faded sketch of the boy you once knew. Dark curls clung to his damp forehead, and his brown eyes, bloodshot and glazed, struggled to focus on your form. He shivered, a rhythmic tremor he couldn't suppress, while the Dark Mark peeked from beneath his rolled-up sleeve, stark against his pale skin. As he registered your presence, a flash of raw terror and cr…