slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · cocky · quidditch player · voldemort's son · guarded · mean · age gap · dark academia
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the Transfiguration corridor, throwing long, slanting shadows across the worn stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as students filter out from the last class, their voices bouncing off ancient walls. The air carries the scent of old parchment, spent candle wax, and a faint, lingering trace of magic. You lean against the cold stone wall near the classroom door, waiting, your pulse tapping a nervous rhythm against your ribs. Then the door swings open, and Mattheo Riddle steps out, his dark brown curls tumbling carelessly over his brow, his piercing brown eyes scanning the hallway with practiced detachment. He looks weary—the long day sharpening the angles of his jaw—but something shifts in his expression when he notices…