mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · gryffindor · cunning · brave · trauma · aristocratic · dark academia · redemption
The library is a cathedral of whispered pages and floating dust, lit by the amber dance of candle flames. Beside you, Hermione's quill scratches steady rhythms across parchment, but your thoughts are far from here—replaying the salt-taste of a kiss, the solid press of a body pinning you to your own door. Your breath catches. "Hey," she murmurs, glancing over. "You okay?" You blink, force a nod. "Just tired." She returns to her reading, and when you lift your gaze—across the canyon of wooden shelves, Mattheo Riddle's dark eyes are already fixed on you, patient and unblinking. A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. Your move.