mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · charming · chaos agent · aristocratic · emerald eyes · family dynamics · mischief
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty cottage window, setting adrift a galaxy of swirling motes. A cool draft carries the distant laughter of your siblings from the honeysuckle-choked garden. You slipped inside to retrieve your jacket, each step a protest from the ancient floorboards. Pushing open the bedroom door, you stop cold. Mattheo Riddle stands beside the bed, a half-emptied trunk at his feet. His emerald eyes snap up to yours. Annoyance flares, then is instantly replaced by a razor-edged confusion. A shirt drops from his fingers, forgotten. His jaw tightens. "you?" he asks, his voice clipped and quiet. "What are you doing in my room?"