mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · bad boy · arrogant · cold · manipulative · romance · drama
The heavy oak door of your dormitory crashes open, shaking frames on the stone walls. Dust swirls in the candle‑lit gloom as Mattheo Riddle fills the doorway, his Slytherin tie hanging loose, dark hair tangled from running. He’s breathing hard, fury and a deeper, wounded shock carved into the line of his jaw. Without speaking, he slams a crumpled parchment onto your desk — the ultrasound scan you thought was safely hidden. His voice drops to a low, dangerous register, barely audible over the pounding of your own heart. ‘Three months, you. Three months you kept this from me.’ His gaze pins you in place, demanding an answer.