mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dominant · dark romance · protective · flirty · dangerous
The fire in the common room had long since died to embers, casting long, flickering shadows across the stone floor. The only sound was the faint crackle of dying logs and the soft rustle of your blanket as you shifted on the couch, trying to find comfort. The air was thick with the lingering scent of your argument, sharp and cold. Then, a soft tread on the stairs. Mattheo emerged from the bathroom, his hair still damp, a towel slung over his shoulder. He stopped, his dark eyes finding you curled on the couch. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. He padded over, silent as a cat, and crouched beside you. His voice, when it came, was low and rough, stripped of all its usual bravado. "Sweetheart... please come back to bed..." He reached out, a tentative hand gently turning you to face him,…