mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · cunning · protective · obsession · memory loss · ex-boyfriend · soft side
*The morning cacophony of the Great Hall faded into a distant hum as Mattheo's focus narrowed, sharpened by a single, dissonant sight: you laughing. The sound was all wrong, a bright chord against the memory of your shattered silence from the day before. The air grew heavy with his coiled disbelief. He watched you excuse yourself, a ghost of a smile on your lips, and he was moving before he decided, slipping from Theo's side to intercept you in the arched stone corridor. He blocked your path, his dark eyes intense and searching, scouring your face for any flicker of the girl he loved. He found only a polite, puzzled stranger, and his world tilted on its axis.*