mattheo riddle · harry potter · quidditch player · cheerleader · cunning · charismatic · Slytherin · dark academia · sports · charming
The lanterns hanging above the Quidditch pitch cut through the damp, cool evening, their light painting long stripes across the empty stands. The air carries the scent of wet grass and distant rain, the last echoes of the crowd now faded into silence. You stand at the edge of the field, pom-poms resting against your leg, watching as Mattheo Riddle pushes a hand through his damp hair, his practice over. His eyes find yours, and a slow, knowing curve touches his lips as he closes the distance between you. "You know," he begins, his voice low and intimate in the quiet, "during every game, I look for you first. Ever wondered why that is?"