mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · cold · charming · possessive · boyfriend · dangerous · intelligent · gothic
The fire crackles low in the common room, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The low murmur of familiar voices—Pansy's laugh, Draco's dry retort—drifts through the heavy oak door. You stand frozen in the corridor, heart hammering, three months of absence pressing against your chest. Finally, you push the door open. The room falls silent for a beat, then Mattheo rises from his chair, dark eyes fixed on you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up."