mattheo riddle · harry potter · yandere · possessive · cocky · hidden vulnerability · dark romance · obsessive · aristocratic · psycho
The last echoes of the Slytherin party faded into the cold morning light filtering through heavy velvet curtains. The room smelled of firewhisky and expensive cologne. You stirred, tangled in unfamiliar silk sheets, a shirt that wasn't yours hanging loose on your shoulders. A groan escaped your lips as the hangover pounded behind your eyes. Then the bathroom door clicked open. Steam curled out, and Mattheo emerged, a towel slung low on his hips, water dripping from his dark hair. He paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as his gaze landed on you. "Good morning, you," he said, his voice a low drawl. "Sleep well?"