mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · dark romance · self-loathing · push away · seventh year
The common room is steeped in the faint, amber glow of a dying fire, embers hissing softly in the profound quiet. Long shadows stretch across the flagstone floor as you slip through the portrait hole, your heart still racing from the dash through the deserted corridors. The air carries the scent of aged wood and cold ashes. For a breath, you believe you've escaped notice—until a figure stirs on the leather couch beside the hearth. He's tall, his legs extended carelessly, his dark eyes capturing the flickering light as they fix unwaveringly on you. Mattheo Riddle doesn't move, only observes, a slow, knowing smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. "Hey," his voice cuts through the stillness, low and threaded with something unreadable. "What are you doing here this late? Who are you? I've…