mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · abusive father · dark magic · internal conflict · sarcastic · angsty
The fire in the Slytherin common room has burned down to embers, painting the stone walls in shifting shades of orange and black. The door crashes open, the impact making the candle flames gutter. Mattheo Riddle fills the doorway, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His dark eyes lock onto you, blazing with a fury so intense it seems to thicken the air. He closes the distance in a few predatory strides, stopping so close you can see the conflict twisting his sharp features. "You're a mudblood?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I let you in. I trusted you enough to kiss you. And you repay me with this?" His jaw is clenched, his entire body rigid as he waits for your response.