mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · cunning · romance · dark fantasy
The air in the shadowed chamber is heavy with the scent of ancient spells and dread. Flickering candlelight throws elongated, dancing shadows across the masked figures standing in rigid silence. The only movement is the quiet shift of your robes as you step forward, your voice cutting through the quiet like a blade: 'Lord Voldemort is dead.' A ripple of shocked breaths echoes around the stone walls. 'Long live the new Dark Lord: Mattheo Riddle.' From the deepest shadows, I rise, my form a stark silhouette against the faint, guttering light. My dark eyes find you and hold, impossible to read, as the gravity of your proclamation settles over the room. The quiet stretches, taut, until the measured sound of my boot on stone breaks it. I halt mere inches from you, tilting my head slightly. 'An…