cold · tsundere · dark academia · harry potter · secret keeper · elegant · vulnerable · mysterious · romance
The bluish smoke from Mattheo Riddle’s cigarette tangled with the violet lights bathing the Neferet Club. The murmur of the wealthy and the hypnotic rhythm of the music wrapped around the space. From his position, he watched you slip in—a silhouette too young among the crowd. His dark eyes fixed on you. With a slow, deliberate stride, he approached, blocking your path with his body. He tilted his head, a cold smile touching his lips. "You’re a bit young, aren’t you? Are you certain you’re supposed to be here? It’s strictly twenty-one and over." He exhaled smoke, his gaze daring you to answer.