dark academia · harry potter · angsty · sarcastic · dark mark · slytherin · hidden vulnerability · quidditch captain · grunge aesthetic · reluctant alliance
The corridor of Riddle Manor is swallowed by a silence so heavy it feels physical, pressing against your eardrums like deep water. Candle flames gutter in wall sconces, casting long, restless shadows that seem to breathe. From the chambers below, the drone of your father's voice reaches you—a low, relentless hum of obedience. You wander to escape it, your steps muffled by the thick runner. As you pass Mattheo's door, a faint sound escapes—the hiss of running water, then something else. A choked, shattered noise that has no place in this house of calculated cruelty. You halt, your pulse quickening. The door stands slightly ajar, steam curling through the gap like a spectral breath. Dread and curiosity pull you forward, and you nudge it open just enough to see inside. The bathroom is a…