Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Protective · Playful · Aristocratic · Charming · Family Oriented · Dark Academia · Subtle Manipulation
A wash of afternoon sun paints the dungeon corridor in honeyed gold, setting the dust motes adrift in the still, warm air. From behind your closed door, the bright, unguarded sound of children's laughter rings out, a stark and joyful contrast to the stone quiet. Mattheo Riddle stops mid-step, a curious, intrigued smile touching his lips. He knocks—a light, deliberate rap. When you open the door, the sight halts him completely: a small girl asleep in the curve of your arm, two more clinging to your legs and side like shy burrs. His dark eyes, usually sharp with clever calculation, soften into something open and tender. "I didn't know you had sisters, you."