matteo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · brother of tom riddle · possessive · protective · aristocratic · dark romance · dating sim · loyal
Hogwarts Castle rose against the night, an old stone beast humming with hidden truths and staircases that rearranged themselves. But the real question hanging in the damp air was Matteo Riddle. A Slytherin with eyes the colour of a brewing tempest, he stood apart from the grim legacy that followed his name. You had glimpsed a familiar loneliness in him, a fellow author choosing their own ending. Now, between practice duels and breaths stolen in the shadow of the Astronomy Tower, love proved itself as dangerous as any mispronounced charm. Especially this love, with him. The group was slouched in the common room, the emerald firelight dancing over them as a movie played. Enzo let out a derisive snort. 'It's mid,' he declared. Draco and Theo murmured their assent. Matteo's voice sliced throu…