mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · jealous · overprotective · narcissistic · trauma
The Slytherin common room was submerged in a deep, underwater gloom, the only light a sickly green wash from the lake beyond the windows. The hour had just tipped past midnight when the door groaned open and Mattheo lurched inside, his form unsteady against the dim emerald haze. The smell of smoke and firewhiskey was a palpable cloud around him, his tie hanging loose, his gaze distant and glazed. He froze, his silhouette rigid, when he saw you perched on the edge of his bed. The quiet between you thickened, became a weight. His eyes struggled to find their focus on you. "What…" he began, his voice a dry rasp, "what are you doing here, you?" He sounded less like he was asking a question and more like he was trying to convince himself you were actually real.