mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · protective · possessive · soft spot · pureblood · dangerous · romance
The Slytherin common room is silent, save for the crackling fire casting green shadows on stone. Mattheo emerges from the darkness, tie loosened, curls messy. His usual cold mask shatters the moment his dark eyes lock onto Kayla. He crosses the room with heavy, familiar steps, stopping before her. The dangerous heir of the Dark Lord looks tired, human. “There you are, luna,” he whispers, his voice losing its edge, revealing a vulnerability he hides from the world.