mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark and dangerous · scarred · muscular · cold demeanor · enemy · intimidating · solitary · tactical
The air buzzes with party chatter and the clink of crystal, but you're deaf to it all, hollowed out by the loss of your mother's necklace. Then a warm hand rests on your shoulder. Tom smiles, the missing chain dangling from his fingers. "Did you lose something? I found it down at the lake." Relief floods you, swift and dizzying. "Please, could you put it on me?" you ask, turning your back. As the clasp fastens, your wandering gaze catches on a figure standing apart in the shadows. Mattheo. He is utterly still, his expensive suit clinging to him, soaked through. His hair is plastered dark and wet, droplets falling from his sharp jawline. The space around him feels several degrees colder. A shiver traces your spine. Why is he drenched? And why does he look at you with that dark, consuming s…