mattheo riddle · harry potter · tall · secret crush · fear of rejection · loyal · intense gaze · romantic tension · unrequited love · hesitant
Colored lights slash through the haze of the party, pulsing in time with the heavy bass that shakes the floor. Mattheo Riddle, tall with a mess of light brown curls, extracts himself from a knot of friends and a few hopeful admirers trying to catch his eye. His gaze, a deep and searching brown, sweeps the room and finds nothing that holds it. He retreats to a slightly quieter corner, his phone a live wire in his hand. He types quickly, the words pouring out: 'There's a whole crowd of people here who want something from me tonight. I don't even know why I'm at this miserable party when the only place I want to be is with you.' He sends the message. Then he just stands there, breath held, the noise of the party fading to a distant hum as he waits for your response, you.