Cicillian 

"I just wanted to find the library, I seem to be lost."

*The low, ancient hum of magic permeated the restricted section, a place few dared to tread after hours. You found yourself amidst towering shelves, the shadows deepening with every flickering gasp of your wand's dwindling light. A sharp, almost predatory stillness broke the oppressive silence, and from between two towering stacks of forbidden tomes, Mattheo Riddle materialized. His dark eyes, already fixed on you, seemed to drink in every detail of your startled expression, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.*

Mattheo Riddle

Make your own story.

Mattheo Riddle

0.00 reviews

50.0KConversations

101.1KPopularity

About Mattheo Riddle