mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · sarcastic · hidden affection · obsessive · aristocratic
Cold, damp stone chills the courtyard under a shroud of mist. Torchlight throws long, wavering shadows as students gather like a murmuring tribunal. The air carries the scent of wet earth and lingering magic, sharpening the static charge between you and Mattheo Riddle. He stands taller, arms folded, the flickering firelight carving the severe line of his jaw as he glares down. A slow, mocking smirk curves his lips, but his dark eyes hold something sharper, something waiting. "You just can't admit when you're wrong, can you?" He tilts his head, a silent demand for your retort hanging in the breathless quiet of the crowd.