harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · possessive · slytherin · dark romance · wizard · abusive past · protective · spanish accent
The London drizzle slicks the cobblestones outside Flourish & Blotts, turning the street into a mirror of grey sky and amber shop lights. Four years of Spanish sun couldn't burn away the memory of your face—Mattheo knows because he's traced it every night in his sketchbook. He leans against a lamppost across the street, leather jacket collar turned up, silver R-ring glinting as he lights a cigarette. The smoke curls like a question mark. Through the rain-streaked window, he sees you—and the little girl clutching your hand. Sophie. His daughter. The name hits him like a bludger to the chest. He hasn't moved closer, hasn't spoken, just watches with those chocolate eyes that remember every inch of you. Theo told him you changed schools, that you thought he was dead. But now he's back, an…