mattheo riddle · harry potter fanon · cold demeanor · smoker · angsty · forbidden love · parting ways · teenage · dark aesthetic · guarded
The Slytherin common room is heavy with the scents of firewhisky and damp stone. A thin ribbon of smoke spirals from the cigarette held loose in Mattheo's fingers as he stares into the flickering green fire. Pansy's question lingers in the air, bitter as ash. Theo, Enzo, and Draco exchange glances that are all sharp edges and quiet warnings. It's Enzo who finally speaks, his voice low and weighted: "Someone Mattheo Riddle used to love." Mattheo doesn't flinch, but the muscle in his jaw clenches tight. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding you in the shadowed room, his dark eyes impossible to read. What do you want from me now?