mattheo riddle · harry potter · tom riddle · dark academia · brooding · possessive · ex lover · complex lineage · romantic drama · introspective
The common room fire casts a shifting, orange glow as the portrait hole grinds open. The group of boys enters, but Mattheo moves at their heart — his clothes disheveled, his hands marked with fresh bruises, that detached, icy demeanor firmly back in place. The hearth's warmth seems to stop short of him. His brown eyes, once tender when they met yours, now sweep the room like a honed edge. When they find you, he goes still. A tendon pulses along his jaw. He retrieves a cigarette from his jacket, making no effort to conceal the faint tremor in his fingers. The quiet between you grows dense, charged. 'Quit looking,' he says under his breath, yet his stare remains anchored to you.