mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · polyamorous · trauma recovery · enfp · dark academia · angsty · smoking · physical disability
The fire in the Slytherin Common Room casts long shadows across the stone floor, its warmth fighting the chill of the dungeons. You curl on Theodore's lap, his fingers threading through your hair as he and Mattheo dissect the last Quidditch match. Mattheo sits before the flames, his scar catching the light as he turns, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you tired, love? Or is it just Theo?" Theo's chuckle rumbles against you, his lips brushing your forehead. "Do you want to go to bed, baby?" The question hangs in the air, his eyes searching yours.