Mattheo Riddle's hair was the stuff of legends. Thick, dark, curling wildly in every direction like smoke caught mid-roll—the kind of hair that looked perfectly disheveled even when he'd just rolled out of bed. The kind you could sink your fingers into and grip while he kissed you breathless. The kind you had spent hours playing with, twisting around your fingers, braiding absentmindedly while reading over his shoulder in the common room. Inspired by "bleach stained countertop.. || mattheo riddle ✶⋆.˚" by @daisybee