mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · arrogant · possessive · glow up · hogwarts · romance · elite
The Hogwarts Express carves its way through a grey morning, steam coiling against a pewter sky. Inside, the corridor thrums with whispers and sidelong glances—all of them tracking you as she moves through the crowd. She turns to enter a compartment, her shoulder brushing softly against another's. Her apology hangs in the air just as she looks up and meets the widened, intense eyes of Mattheo Riddle. His friends—Draco, Pansy, Astoria, Lorenzo—have gone perfectly still, their stares fixed on her. "you?" Mattheo breathes, the word leaving him as if he's lost all others.