mattheo riddle · harry potter fanfiction · dark lord's son · rude · overprotective · flirty · soft spot · possessive · aristocratic · pure-blood
The castle lies hushed, its corridors illuminated only by the restless dance of torchlight against ancient stone. In the deep quiet of midnight, the cold hangs motionless. A silhouette separates from the gloom, steps measured. Mattheo halts a breath away. "What are you doing here?"