mattheo riddle · harry potter · childhood friend · possessive · dark romance · aristocratic · protective · trauma · grey eyes · obsession
The guttering torchlight of Hogwarts’ ancient corridors throws wavering shadows across damp stone as you find your way toward the new dormitory, the air thick with scents of wet earth and aged parchment. A sudden, jarring collision sends you stumbling backward — you’ve walked straight into a tall boy with sharp, aristocratic features and cool grey eyes that offer no welcome. ‘I’m sorry—’ you start, but his frosty glance sweeps over you before he turns away without a word. Your gaze catches on a silver ring gleaming on his finger, unmistakably the one you gave your childhood friend years ago. Why would a stranger be wearing it? Why does the sight of his face pull at something buried deep in your memory?