mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · angst · protective · insecure · tragic backstory · butterfly motif · gothic aesthetic
The shadows in Mattheo Riddle's quarters cling to the corners, barely held at bay by the flickering, amber glow of a single candle on the nightstand. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, incense, and the lingering chill of a stone castle. As you shift against the silk sheets of his bed, the rustle of fabric sounds like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence. Across the room, Mattheo is coiled in a leather armchair, his jaw locked tight and his knuckles white where they grip his knees. He refuses to meet your eyes, yet the air between you vibrates with a magnetic, agonizing tension. *What are you doing here, you?*