harry potter · mattheo riddle · sarcastic · tsundere · insecure · protective · smokes · hogwarts · dark romance · tall
The corridor lay in deep shadow, lit only by the flickering torchlight that painted long, trembling shapes across the ancient stone walls. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and old enchantments, but beneath it lingered something sharper—a crackle like ozone before a storm breaks. Mattheo Riddle stood motionless outside your door, a silhouette carved from pure tension and regret. The cherry of his cigarette burned a defiant orange in the gloom, a tiny, stubborn ember against the crushing weight of the night. He exhaled slowly, smoke curling from his lips like a confession he couldn't bring himself to speak aloud. His dark curls were tousled, his jaw locked tight, and his eyes—those dark, unreadable pools—were fixed on the wood grain before him as if it held the answers…