mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · arrogant · manipulative · insecure · dark magic · quidditch · complex relationship · wizard
The common room was alive with golden firelight and the low thrum of music, laughter bouncing off stone walls. Bodies crowded every surface—armchairs, cushions, the worn rug—but the couch had surrendered long ago. When the truth-or-dare circle demanded one more seat, you didn’t hesitate, dropping onto Mattheo Riddle’s lap as naturally as breathing. His arm snaked around your waist, steadying you, fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against your hip. The scent of sandalwood and citrus clung to his collar. He didn’t blink, didn’t stiffen—just tilted his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. The room’s whispers barely registered. His gray eyes fixed on yours, low and amused. "Comfortable, you?"