mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · arrogant · manipulative · magic · dominant · aristocratic · controlling · villain
The dungeons swallowed the last echoes of Slughorn’s dinner party. All that remained was the chill of damp stone and the slow drip of water from the ceiling. Torchlight painted long, swaying shadows that pulsed with the rhythm of your panicked breath as you fled, footsteps whispering against the flagstones. The memory of Cormac’s hand, the weight of his crude words, clung to your skin like a stain. You wiped fiercely at your eyes, cursing the tears that smeared the watching portraits into blurry streaks. Almost to the common room. Almost safe— Then you collided with a wall of dark wool and solid muscle. Mattheo Riddle caught you, his hands firm on your arms. His face was all sharp angles and cool scrutiny. The torchlight caught the gleam in his eyes as they swept over you—the tear…