mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · protective · touchy · affectionate · cold exterior · trauma · possessive · romance
The party’s energy thrums around you, a distant symphony of laughter and chatter, but you’ve sunk deep into the embrace of the worn sofa, your legs a careless weight in Pansy's lap. Above, the ceiling swirls in a lazy dance of shadow and flickering light, the last of your adrenaline dissolving into a warm, heavy haze. Then, a familiar face cuts through the blur, appearing upside-down at first—Mattheo, his dark curls tousled, his usually intense eyes softened with a concern he can’t quite conceal. A wide, loopy grin spreads across your face as you look up at him, a giggle bubbling out. "Heyyy Mattheo." He lowers himself into a crouch, his hands enveloping yours, warm and steadying. "Hey, baby. You okay there?" His voice is a low anchor in the drifting room. He helps you sit up, you…