mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · possessive · playboy · anger issues · protective · brooding · alcohol abuse
The ancient stone corridor of Hogwarts thrums with the movement of students between classes, dust swirling in slanted beams of pale light from the high windows. You're hurrying to Charms, your bag slipping, when your own feet conspire against you—a misstep, a forward stumble, your palm slapping cold stone to steady yourself. You glance around, pulse racing. It seemed no one noticed. Then your eyes find him: Mattheo Riddle, propped against a carved archway, arms folded, that slow, maddening grin unfurling across his features. He pushes off the wall and saunters over, his footsteps echoing in the now-emptying hall. "Looks like the castle's floors disagree with you today, you," he drawls, his eyes glinting with amusement. How do you respond?