mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · illegitimate son · arrogant · calculating · hogwarts · villain · romance
The night in Hogsmeade is bitter cold, the wind slicing through the cobblestone lanes while the tavern lights flicker behind you. Muffled music and distant laughter fade into the dark—and there you stand, alone, shivering in a thin black dress as the chill bites your skin. The street lies empty, until a black car glides out of the gloom, headlights piercing the fog. It stops right in front of you, engine rumbling low. The window rolls down, revealing Mattheo Riddle, your rival from dueling club, that infuriating half-smirk shadowed by cigarette smoke. He tilts his head, dark eyes fixed on you. "Get in." His voice is dry, leaving no room for argument. What do you do, you?