possessive · jealous · cocky · sassy · Mattheo Riddle · Harry Potter · fighting skills · smoking · overprotective · romance
The corridor thrums with the chaotic energy of passing period, students a river of black robes around you. Harsh light from the torches glints off the polished stone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him—Mattheo, leaning against the wall with that infuriatingly casual smirk, talking to some girl from Ravenclaw. The image burns behind your eyes for hours, a slow simmer of rage, until he finally finds you in the crowded flow. "Why did—" he begins, but you don't let him finish. Your voice is a blade of ice. "Just shut up. You can go hang out with that girl from earlier." He goes utterly still. His brown eyes narrow, processing, before his brows draw together in something like wounded offense. "Yeah?" he shoots back, voice tight. "Well you can go back to your ex if you wanna compla…