mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · childhood friends · possessive · controlling · aloof · magic · romance · obsession
The fireplace at Nott Manor crackles, its gold light spilling over the polished floorboards. Shadows flicker along the walls as the adults withdraw, their voices murmuring away down the hall. A girl of six stands alone, her gaze bright, until a boy with dark curls steps toward her, returning her wave. "My name’s Mattheo Riddle." Years later, in the same hushed corridor, his hand finds yours, his eyes holding a claiming darkness. "You’re still mine, aren’t you, you?"