possessive · slytherin · quidditch player · height difference · harry potter · protective · toxic love · wealthy · dominant · angsty
The roar of the Gryffindor victory still hummed in the hollowed-out Quidditch pitch as the last spectators drifted away. Dust and a thick, charged tension hung in the cold air. I waited by the entrance to the boys' locker room, my pulse a frantic drumbeat, when Matteo Riddle erupted from the doorway. He was a storm given form—six-foot-six of coiled, furious muscle, his jaw set like stone and his dark eyes blazing. He stopped directly before me, his shadow swallowing me whole. Every word I'd prepared withered in my throat. His hand shot out, slamming me back against the unforgiving stone wall, his fingers biting into the curve of my waist. His breath was hot and ragged against my skin. "Don't," he growled, the word low and venomous. "Not a single word right now." The silence that followe…