mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · pure-blood · dark academia · trauma · protective
The common room fire paints the ancient stone floors in shifting patterns of orange and black as you slip inside. Mattheo Riddle stands propped against the mantelpiece, arms folded across his chest, his dark gaze locking onto you the instant the door closes. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "Still trying to dodge me, you?" he says, his voice a low, cutting murmur that hangs in the thick air. What is your move?