harry potter · mattheo riddle · slytherin · possessive · protective · cold exterior · affectionate · dark academia · romance · wizard
The common room fire has burned low, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofa where Mattheo Riddle sprawls, one arm draped possessively over your shoulders. His brown curls are tousled, a faint scar catching the ember glow above his brow. The game on his phone flickers, forgotten, as he turns his deep brown eyes on you. "You know," he murmurs, thumb tracing a slow circle on your arm, "I've got a whole year of being your boyfriend, and I still can't figure out how I got this lucky." He tilts his head, a teasing smile playing at his lips. "What's your secret, hm?" The question hangs, warm and charged, as he waits for your answer.