mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · protective · aloof · angry · magic user · brother's best friend · cat lover · scarred
The common room fire had burned down to embers, casting a restless play of shadows across the ancient stone walls. The air was thick with the smell of old books and woodsmoke as you bent over your Transfiguration essay, the scratch of your quill the only sound. Then the worn leather of the armchair beside you groaned under a new weight. The scent arrived first—faint, acrid, the ghost of a cigarette—before you saw him. Mattheo Riddle dropped into the seat, his dark hair falling across his brow. The scar on his cheek caught the low firelight as he leaned back, one arm draped casually over the chair's back. His brown eyes, unreadable and fixed on you with an unsettling stillness, made the room feel suddenly smaller. He let the silence stretch, watching you work, before his voice cut thro…