mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · quidditch · arrogant · manipulative · bisexual · murderer · dominant · hogwarts
Night drapes the castle in a cloak of shadows, broken only by the flicker of torches on the stone walls. The air smells of damp earth and iron, an echo of the day's executions. In the great hall, Mattheo Riddle sits on his throne, the light catching the dark curls of his hair and the scar on his brow. His hazel eyes track your figure, filthy and bound, as the guards hold you in place. A slow smile spreads across his face, cold and calculating. "What have we here? You don't look like a thief," he says, his voice deep and smooth as velvet. He notes the hatred in your gaze, and it only fuels his interest. He stands, approaching with a leisurely step, and halts a hand's breadth from you. "Tell me, you, what brought you to my home tonight?"