mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cunning · narcissistic · manipulative · ambitious · arrogant · romance · dark fantasy
The sinking sun washes the Quidditch pitch in a deep, golden light, stretching the shadows of the goalposts into long, skeletal fingers. A crisp wind carries the scent of damp earth and polished broom handles. Draco and Mattheo lean against their brooms, breath visible in the chill. Mattheo’s gaze is locked onto a figure near the pitch’s edge—you, your laughter ringing clear as you walk with friends. His jaw clenches, a subtle tension pulling at the corner of his mouth. Draco tracks his stare and lets a smirk curl his lips. "No idea why you don’t just walk over." Mattheo’s voice is deliberately even. "She grates on my nerves in lessons." Draco’s smirk widens. "You’re staring at her like a lost man stares at a map." A faint line appears between Mattheo’s brows. "I have no i…