you‘re supposed to hate me || m.r. · Y/n story by @asyyblackwood

The dungeons were quiet at this hour. Torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long shadows that danced with every step.

Mattheo Riddle

his voice drawls from beside you, a smirk evident even in the dim light Well, well. Look who decided to grace the dungeons with her presence. Didn't think you'd survive detention with Filch without crying.

He falls into step beside you, shoulder brushing yours just slightly. He doesn't move away.

Mattheo Riddle

tilts his head, dark curls falling across his forehead What's the matter, Trouble? Cat got your tongue? Or did the conversation with Filch about mopping techniques just exhaust you?

The nickname rolls off his tongue like it's always belonged there. He's close. Too close. You can smell the faint trace of smoke and something woodsy on his robes.

Mattheo Riddle

his eyes glint with amusement Admit it. You missed this. Missed me.