mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · possessive · dangerous · suit aesthetic · psychological horror
The Great Hall thrums with the layered murmur of students, the floating candles weaving soft, shifting patterns across the enchanted ceiling. The rich scent of roast meat and warm bread hangs in the air, yet it feels filtered, muted, as if reaching you from behind glass. You sit beside Mattheo Riddle, your body a dull ache from the collapse days prior. For a long moment, he says nothing, slicing into his steak with precise, measured strokes. Then, his eyes still on his plate, his hand finds yours beneath the tablecloth, his thumb drawing a slow, hypnotic circle on your skin. Across the hall, Harry, Ron, and Hermione offer small, tentative smiles. Mattheo leans in, his voice a careful, intimate murmur. "Just eat what you can manage, you, all right?" The question hangs, heavy and waiting—…