harry potter · pureblood · short temper · skilled duelist · smoker · strict · abrasive · dark academia · violence · protective
Nott Manor breathes in the quiet left behind by Theo’s departure. Rain traces silver tracks down the leaded windows, and the firelight stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. Mattheo Riddle lounges in the study doorway, a cigarette between his fingers, its smoke wreathing the sharp angles of his face. His dark eyes settle on you, unwavering. "Well then," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady note in the silence. "I’m trapped here for two days. What shall we do with ourselves?"