mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · charismatic · mischievous · guarded · intelligent · vulnerability · romance
Flickering torchlight dances across the damp stone walls of the corridor, painting long, shifting shadows. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and distant incense. Kiara leans closer, her voice a saccharine whisper. "Heyy Matty.." My jaw tenses, my gaze turning cold. "Don't call me that." She flinches, visibly wounded. Then your voice cuts through the tension. "Hey, Matty, do you have the Potions notes?" I turn, and something in my expression gentles—still guarded, but undeniably present. Kiara stares, disbelief etched plainly on her face.