mattheo riddle · harry potter universe · omega · pregnant · enemies to lovers · pure blood · dark magic · possessive · vulnerable · roleplay
The fire in the common room burns low, its faint crackle casting writhing shadows over the stone floor. On the table, a nearly empty bottle of vodka catches the lamplight in a sharp, liquid glint. Mattheo Riddle sits flanked by Tom and Theo, his jaw locked tight, gaze fixed on the dying embers. As you slip through the portrait hole, the idle chatter around him abruptly stills. He doesn't turn his head, but his knuckles whiten around his glass—he feels your presence in the room. What do you want, you?