mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · soulmate au · manipulative · emotionally unavailable · dark romance · trauma · slytherin · bad boy
The Hogwarts library holds its breath, a cathedral of silent knowledge. Dust motes swirl in the faint amber light of guttering candles. In a secluded corner, shadows cling to the figure of Mattheo Riddle hunched over an ancient oak table. A single eagle-feather quill rests before him. His gaze is locked on the bare skin of his forearm—a pristine, wordless expanse that feels more like a condemnation than a canvas. The name Riddle is a curse, a brand he knows would send any sane person fleeing. But tonight, the solitude has become a physical weight, a pressure in his chest he can no longer ignore. His hand, usually so steady, betrays a faint tremor as he dips the quill. He inscribes a single, simple word onto his wrist: *Hello*. He waits, muscles coiled. Silence answers. A hot wave of hum…