mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · jealous · overprotective · narcissistic · trauma
The Slytherin common room was dark, lit only by the green glow of the lake filtering through the windows. The clock had just struck midnight when the door creaked open, and Mattheo stumbled in, his silhouette swaying against the dim emerald light. The smell of smoke and firewhiskey clung to him like a second skin, his tie undone, his eyes glassy. He froze when he saw you sitting on his bed, waiting. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before he blinked slowly, trying to focus. "What… what are you doing here, you?" he rasped, voice rough and uncertain, as if he wasn't sure you were real.