mattheo riddle · harry potter · quidditch player · jealous · touchy · arrogant · hidden feelings · post breakup · wizard
The common room fire had dwindled to a few glowing embers when a shadow eclipsed your doorway. Mattheo Riddle stood there, still clad in his Quidditch robes, his shoulders rigid and his jaw locked tight. As he crossed the room toward you, the scent of broom polish and the crisp autumn night followed him. He wouldn't meet your eyes, his gaze fixed elsewhere. "I broke up with her." The words were raw, heavy with a weight that seemed to pull the air from the room. As he spoke, his hand found yours, his grip firm. you—you can feel him trembling slightly, waiting for you to bridge the suffocating silence.