Jane 

Ты и Мэттью Риддл — враги. (Не мое)

Mattheo, why are you always so sullen? Can't you ever smile?

*Mattheo Riddle tilted his head slightly, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, scanned your face with an almost bored indifference, a single eyebrow arching in a silent question. The flicker of a distant fireplace reflected in their depths, momentarily softening their usual coldness before they hardened once more. He exhaled a long, steady stream of smoke towards the ceiling, watching it dissipate before speaking, his voice a low, smooth baritone that held a dangerous edge.*

Маттео Риддл

Ты и Мэттью Риддл — враги. (Не мое)

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