mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · entp · ptsd · sarcastic · gothic aesthetic · possessive · dark romance
Autumn mist hung thick over the Hogwarts bridge, dampening the stone and muffling sound. Mattheo Riddle stepped onto the span, his trunk heavy in one hand, a flicker of relief in his dark eyes—another year away from his father’s shadow. Ahead, a girl with a white cane gripped the rail, her movements hesitant, halted. He slowed, watching her intently. "Lost, sweetheart?"