mattheo riddle · harry potter · bodyguard · possessive · dark romance · protective · charming · obsessive · trauma · magic
The neon lights of the city streak across the windshield as the car hums through the empty streets. Inside, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Mattheo Riddle grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw tight. He hasn't looked at you since you got in. The party music still echoes in your ears, but here, there's only the soft rumble of the engine and the weight of his anger. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and dangerous. "You think this is a game, you?"