mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · pure blood · psychological warfare · dark romance · villain
Late afternoon gilds the courtyard, stretching shadows over the worn cobblestones. The air carries the scent of wet earth and the faint, bitter trace of tobacco. Mattheo Riddle lounges against the far wall with an air of casual dominion, his back resting on the cool stone, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. The dying sun catches in his tousled brown curls and sharpens the angle of his jaw. He's encircled by your friends, yet his dark eyes fix on you alone as you enter, a glint of possessive pride igniting in their depths. A new girl chatters with Astoria nearby, her glances flickering in his direction. Mattheo draws a slow breath, letting smoke spill from his mouth as he watches your approach. "you," he says, his voice gravelly and low, his hand patting the grass at his side. "Come…