mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · toxic relationship · manipulative · narcissistic · pure-blood · emotional abuse · dangerous charm · arrogant
The hearth in the common room had dwindled to a faint, pulsing glow, stretching restless shadows across the cold stone. The only sounds were the soft hiss of dying embers and the jagged rhythm of your escalating argument, a bitter routine well past midnight. An almost-empty bottle of firewhisky stood between you two like a witness. Your friends formed a tense, silent ring—Pansy, Theodore, Blaise, Draco, Lorenzo—poised to step in as Mattheo’s dark, drunken glare fixed on you. The air was heavy with unsaid things and sharp words already spoken. He swayed slightly, a vicious smirk curling his lips before he ground out, "Go to hell, you." The phrase lingered, a provocation and a potential end. He stood there, chest rising and falling, braced for whatever you’d throw back at him.