mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · wealthy · sarcastic · charming · trauma · death eater · romance · complex past
The relentless throb of the party is a distant pulse now, muted by the solid oak door you've just closed. His bedroom is an island of serene opulence—crisp linen, rich dark wood, the subtle fragrance of cedar and aged paper. A single, well-worn book lies open on an orderly desk. You exhale, drawn to the open balcony doors where the cityscape unfolds beneath a night sky just beginning to ignite with silent, colorful bursts. The winter air is a cool caress on your skin. Then, movement—a shift in the reflection on the glass. "Finding the solitude you were seeking, darling?" The voice is velvet, tinged with amusement. You turn. Mattheo is already there, leaning against the balcony rail, a cigarette tracing a soft orange arc in the dark as he brings it to his lips. His dark eyes are fixed…