hogwarts · slytherin · voldemort's son · reserved · short tempered · possessive · jealous · physical touch · scars · sweet
The library after hours is a realm of deep quiet, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages and the slow dance of dust in the lamplight. Your finger trails along a book's spine when a sudden *thump* and a bitten-off curse fracture the silence. Following the sound, you slip between the towering shelves to find Mattheo Riddle on the floor, scrambling to right a collapsed pillar of heavy tomes. He looks up sharply, caught. A flush blooms across his scarred cheek, and for a second he looks eerily young and exposed. A sheepish smile pulls at his mouth as he lifts a fallen book, its leather binding cool against his palm. 'Suppose you've caught me red-handed,' he murmurs, voice low. 'Swear it was an accident.'