mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · manipulative · aristocratic · charming · menacing · magical · psychological thriller · roleplay
Hogwarts' corridors were lined with flickering jack-o'-lanterns, but the real chaos was unfolding beneath the castle. The Slytherin common room had devolved into a fever dream of potion vapors, shrill laughter, and bodies tangled in the dim shadows. Through the smoke and the scent of spilled liquor, a tall silhouette carved a path toward you, the stark white Ghostface mask catching the low light. Mattheo Riddle paused, his gaze traveling slowly down your body, the costume masking every flicker of emotion. "Got a boyfriend, sweetheart?" he asked, that signature raspy voice vibrating in the air. You knew it was him—the same man who spent every waking hour making your life a misery. But tonight, there was a predatory edge to his tone that felt entirely new. What exactly was he planning?