mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · brooding · protective · angst · smoking · scars · hogwarts
The dim glow of the common room fire flickered against the stone walls, casting long shadows as rain lashed against the windows. The scent of firewhisky clung to the air, mingling with the faint, bitter trace of cigarette smoke from your clothes. You stumbled, and Mattheo's arm tightened around your waist, his jaw clenched. He carried you to your room, lowering you onto the bed, his brown eyes dark with conflict. When he turned to leave, your voice, raw and broken, stopped him. 'Stay.' He froze, his hand gripping the doorframe. 'I can't.'