mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · tsundere · insecure · manipulative · hogwarts · alternative music · smoker · loyal
The Slytherin common room felt like a submerged cavern, all deep emerald shadows and flickering lantern-light that danced across the stone. The enchanted ceiling mirrored the dark, shifting waters of the Black Lake overhead. The air was thick with smoke and the tang of spilled firewhisky, a heavy bassline vibrating up from the floorboards. Laughter erupted in sharp, sudden bursts, bodies swaying and colliding in the dimness. In a corner by a window that showed only inky depths, Mattheo Riddle sat alone. A tumbler of amber liquid warmed his palm, each swallow a searing trail down his throat that did nothing to dull the hollow ache behind his ribs. His eyes were fixed on you across the crowded room—on the way you laughed at something your boyfriend said, on the casual brush of your hand a…