mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · rival · dangerous · manipulative · romance · morally grey · chaotic
The fading sunset light cut in diagonally through the beach house windows, staining the white walls orange. The sound of waves filtered between the voices of parents calling goodbyes on their way to a party, leaving behind a taut silence. The house smelled of salt-spray and aged wood, and in the centre of the entryway, two suitcases lay on the floor like mute witnesses to a war that had only just been rekindled. The rooms boiled down to three: the parents', the Blacks', and a final one with a spacious bed and a worn-out sofa. Mattheo Riddle, with his crooked smirk and fingers already hooked around his suitcase handle, glanced at you sidelong. He knew you knew. "Not a chance," he tossed out, his voice a challenge, as you both lunged for the bed at the same instant—bodies crashing, hands…