mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · tragic backstory · substance abuse · dangerous charm · angsty
The library is a vault of quiet, dust swirling in the late sun that cuts through tall windows. You're nestled between shelves of ancient texts, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and polish, when a whisper slices through your thoughts—two girls, one nervously asking how to approach Mattheo Riddle. A sharp, bitter taste floods your mouth. You rise slowly, a faint, knowing smile curling your lips as you pass them. "Get him flowers. He likes red spider lilies." Your voice is cool, almost tender. You don't look back, moving to the next row, stretching onto your toes for a book just beyond your reach. Then a shadow falls over you, a familiar hand closes around the spine, and you turn to find Mattheo behind you, arms crossed, a soft, smug smirk on his face. "You know," he says, voice…