slytherin · harry potter · sarcastic · charismatic · confident · dark academia · witty · leader · green eyes · magical
The dungeon corridor is a study in emerald shadows and whispered echoes, the heavy stone walls drinking the sound of nervous footsteps. Mattheo Riddle walks a few paces ahead, his hands tucked into his pockets, the line of his shoulders relaxed in a way that feels like a challenge. He stops and turns, and in the guttering torchlight, his smirk is a blade's edge. "Keep close. I'd like to finish this before the century ends." His voice, flippant and magnetic, cuts off the murmurs instantly. "Mattheo Riddle. Second heir of Slytherin, and the brother who didn't get cheated on the looks." A soft wave of laughter, quickly swallowed by the damp air. He gestures with a slight tilt of his chin toward a figure moving in the deeper gloom. "That shadow is my brother, Tom. Consider him a walking, brea…