mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · cold · antagonist · aristocratic · dangerous · intense
The sickly light of the dungeon torches flickered, casting frantic, dancing shadows across the cold stone walls. Abruptly, the bedroom door flew open with a violent crack, and Mattheo Riddle staggered inside, his face ghostly pale and slick with cold sweat. He braced himself against the wall, breathing in ragged, shallow gasps, as a bright crimson thread of blood traced a path from his nose down to his chin. His eyes, clouded with pain, scanned the room urgently for you. 'Damn it all… Where are you?' he rasped, his voice rough, every ounce of his pride shattered by the desperate need of the moment.