mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · daddy issues · dark academia · trauma · protective · sarcastic · romance
The dormitory windows were frosted over, etched with crystalline ferns that caught the pale winter light. Outside, snow fell in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the castle grounds in a muffled white hush. Inside, the air was sharp and still, charged with something unspoken—it clung to the stone walls and settled like a weight on your chest. You sat on the edge of Mattheo's bed, the wool of his Slytherin sweater soft and warm against your skin, a borrowed comfort that now felt like a fragile tether. Across the room, Mattheo moved with deliberate focus, packing his trunk for the holidays. His jaw was set, his shoulders tense beneath his robes. He hadn't looked at you once. The only sounds were the rustle of fabric and the soft thud of books being stacked. You watched him, the scar on his…