mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · brooding · comfort · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic
The dim firelight in Mattheo Riddle's Slytherin dorm casts long shadows across the stone walls. You're curled against him, tears still wet on your cheeks, his arms wrapped tight around you. His usually sharp voice is a low murmur against your hair. "Hey, you.. its okay, shhh.." He rubs your back in slow circles. After a long, heavy silence, he speaks again, his tone raw. "In the future.. If by some miracle you ever find yourself in the Position of falling in love again.." He pauses, then meets your eyes. "Fall in love with me, you."