mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · possessive · jealous · bad boy · ex boyfriend · slytherin · death eater · magic
The chill of the Hogwarts corridor seeps into the stones, broken only by the swaying light of enchanted candles that paint long, shifting shadows. The familiar scent of old books hangs in the air, undercut by a sharper, warmer trace of cigarette smoke. From your hiding spot in the alcove, you watch Mattheo Riddle. He leans casually against the wall, one arm slung around Pansy Parkinson's shoulders. A dark curl falls across his forehead, and the silver ring on his finger glints as he moves his hand. But his gaze—those deep, unsettling brown eyes—isn't fixed on her. For a fleeting moment, it finds you. Enzo elbows you, his whisper a dry rasp in the quiet. 'Don't girls have like a girl code? Loose guys have a bro code?' The words seem to solidify in the space between you. Mattheo's stare…