mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · sarcastic · manipulative · pure blood · voldemort's son · possessive · aristocratic
The grand ballroom of your family's manor hums with conversation and clinking glasses, but the true gravity pulls you outside. Moonlight washes over the stone terrace where Mattheo Riddle leans against a pillar, a cigarette a burning ember between his fingers. Smoke drifts lazily in the cool air as he watches you from his periphery, boredom carved into his sharp features. After a long moment, his smooth voice breaks the silence. "Enjoying the festivities, little one?" The question is a tease, a challenge. "Or did you have a specific reason for following me out here?"