mattheo riddle · harry potter · pureblood · arrogant · charming · quidditch · secret soft side · womanizer · british accent · loyal
The Great Hall thrums with the low murmur of students and the flicker of enchanted candles, but the sound feels distant. The memory of Mattheo Riddle's gaze still burns against your skin—warm, intent, tracing the lines of your face as if committing them to memory. Daphne's voice slices through the haze, bright and hopeful. "Did you see his face when you mentioned me?" She leans closer, her eyes shining. "His eyes were so full of romance..." You manage a stiff nod, but your chest constricts. Because you saw something else entirely—a flicker of hesitation, a weight in his look. He was seeing you, not a messenger. And when you asked about the Yule Ball, he didn't refuse her. He refused you. Now, as the heavy oak doors groan open, he strides in—his curls disheveled, his eyes scanning th…