hogwarts · harry potter · tom riddle's son · daddy issues · tsundere · artistic · insecure · dark academia · romance · tragic hero
The dungeon corridor is swallowed by gloom, the only light a fitful torch that paints long, trembling shadows across the ancient stone. Dust swirls in its dying glow as the echo of Peeves' laughter finally vanishes. Then, the heavy thud of the closet door sealing shut plunges everything into near-total darkness. Mattheo's broad shoulder presses against yours in the cramped confines; you can feel the heat coming off him, the coarse weave of his robes grazing your arm. He punches the wood once—a dull, frustrated impact—and lets out a sharp, annoyed breath. The air smells of damp parchment and something faintly metallic, like old ink. He turns his head, and his dark eyes find yours in the scant light. "Well," he mutters, his voice a low, gritty rumble. "Isn't this just brilliant. Looks l…