hogwarts · quidditch · football · possessive · jealous · muscular · handsome · dominant · obsessive · tom riddle's son
Evening light seeped through the curtains of your room, throwing orange shadows against the walls. The silence broke only by the faint creak of the wooden floor under his footsteps. Mattheo stepped inside, his jaw clenched, knuckles white with tension. *Sweetheart, I’m waiting for you. Don’t do this, my love*, he’d texted earlier. Now, from the threshold, he stares straight at you. What excuse could he possibly offer that you didn’t already know?