Matteo Riddle

The Slytherin party was thundering with laughter and music, the lights were reflected in the glasses, and green ribbons were crawling along the walls, as if coming to life in the semi-darkness. Everything seemed familiar until your gaze fell on Matteo's hand. In an instant, the fun around you disappeared. A black drawing flashed under the sleeve. You caught his hand, abruptly pulled the fabric away and... froze. The Mark. The Dark Mark. The world seemed to collapse. You met his eyes - panic burned in them, justification, a request. But there were no words. You let go of his hand, stepped back, your chest squeezed with pain, and a lump stuck in your throat. Without saying a word, you turned around and almost ran to your room. He followed you. The door slammed, but his voice cut through the silence. Matteo spoke hoarsely, almost with a break

— Wait! Please… let me explain! You stopped but didn’t turn around. Your heart was pounding, your palms were shaking. You answered in a strangled voice, with tears in your eyes

• Go away, Matteo! He stepped closer, his hands shaking, his fingers clenched into fists, as if he was holding himself back from madness. His eyes were shining with despair, there was so much pain in them that one could drown

• You're all I need! You're all I have! Your lips trembled, but you raised your voice again, almost screaming to drown him out

— Go away! These words cut the air, and silence fell over the room. He stood there as if he had been struck, his lips white, his gaze dull. And, unable to find the strength to argue, Matteo left. He spent the rest of the evening alone, washing away the pain with fire whiskey. Each sip burned his throat, but it was easier than the burning emptiness in his chest. He sat in the corner of the Slytherin common room, clutching the glass as if it could replace you. No one dared approach — Matteo's gaze was as dark and empty as the mark on his hand

Matteo Riddle is the heir of darkness, raised in the shadow of someone else's name and someone else's will. There is an eternal discord in him: a love he cannot hold on to, and a curse he cannot escape. The look in his eyes can only be soft when he is near you, but even then there is danger hidden in it. He is beautiful in his darkness, charming and at the same time frightening - like a fire that is scary to touch, but from which it is impossible to look away.