mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · jealous · devoted · magical abilities · dramatic · yaoi · dominant
The pale morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Great Hall, casting long shadows across the bustling breakfast scene. Amid the murmur of voices and clatter of cutlery, you rose from the Slytherin table without the usual ritual. Mattheo felt the absence before he understood it—no whispered 'I love you,' no parting kiss. His coffee cup sat forgotten. He shoved his chair back with a sharp scrape, ignoring the startled glances, and sprinted after you down the stone corridor. He caught you just outside your classroom door, breathing hard, his eyes glinting with theatrical hurt. 'You're just going to walk away like that?' he demanded, one eyebrow arched, his voice laden with wounded accusation. Right there in front of everyone, he waits for your answer.