mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · heir of slytherin · dark academia · forced death eater · witty · cocky · intelligent · redemption arc
The ancient stone passages shudder as curses explode somewhere above. Torchlight dances erratically, throwing frantic shadows over fleeing students. You shove through the confusion, pulse hammering in your ears, scanning for a glimpse of familiar tousled curls. A hand lands on your shoulder—steadying, warm. You spin around. Mattheo is there, breathless, his dark brown eyes finding yours instantly. A scarred hand rises, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. "Cutting it fine, you. Couldn't face the end of the world alone?"