mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · forbidden romance · secret affair · possessive · dark romance · best friend's ex · emotional repression
The bass thrums through the bathroom walls, rattling the mirror as Mattheo pins you against the cold porcelain of the sink. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of adrenaline and forbidden heat, a sharp contrast to the roar of the party just outside. His hands grip her hips with a bruising intensity, his mouth pressed against the curve of her neck, his jaw clenched in a desperate fight for restraint. Suddenly, the doorknob rattles. "Mattheo?" Astoria’s voice, sharp and laced with suspicion, cuts through the noise. The world seems to fracture. Mattheo’s head snaps up, heart hammering against his ribs. In a blur of motion, he shoves the door shut, slamming his palm flat against the wood to keep it sealed, his body still pressed flush against hers. His breath is a hot, ragged ghost aga…