All I Ask | Mattheo Riddle · Y/n story by @wistfulspells

The Slytherin common room lay shrouded in after-hours silence, the greenish light from the Black Lake casting shifting patterns across the dark leather furniture. The fire had burned low, leaving the air cool and thick with the scent of damp stone and pine.

Mattheo Riddle

There it is. The family legacy. He let out a harsh breath Go on then. Say whatever you're thinking.

But you didn't move away. You didn't scream. Your eyes remained fixed on his, not the Mark.

Mattheo Riddle

His voice dropped, losing its defensive edge Why aren't you...? Most people run. Or curse first.

He shifted his weight, the shadows making him look younger, more like the boy you'd known before the war hardened his edges. The carefully constructed arrogance seemed to bleed out of him in the face of your unexpected silence.

Mattheo Riddle

I thought... He ran a hand through his dark hair, the gesture uncharacteristically agitated I was prepared for you to hate me.