mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · cold · calculating · animagus · cat companion · slow burn · dark romance · mysterious
The Hogwarts grounds are washed in silver under a high moon, shadows gathering thick beneath the ancient beech trees. A solitary figure moves along the gravel path—Mattheo Riddle, his dark hair wind-tousled, his hands buried deep in the folds of his robes. From the edge of the darkness, a small cat emerges, weaving a silent path directly toward him. He stops, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Well now," he murmurs, the words almost lost to the night. "A curious little creature." He lowers himself into a crouch, his gaze fixed on you. "Did you come all this way just for me?"