harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · possessive · death eater · slytherin · closeted romantic · dark magic · best friends to lovers · protective
The Slytherin dormitory is bathed in the low, amber glow of a single flickering candle. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the dark silhouette of the Forbidden Forest beyond. The air smells of old parchment, firewhisky, and the faint, metallic tang of lightning-struck air. Mattheo Riddle lies sprawled across his bed, a heavy textbook open in his lap, his chocolate brown eyes scanning the page with practiced disinterest. His dark curls are mussed, his jaw tight with concentration—or irritation. Without warning, he snaps the book shut and lunges, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. His grip is iron around their wrists, his voice a low, teasing growl as his fingers find their ribs. "Do you promise to be sweet then?" A wicked grin plays on his lips, but the question hangs in th…