mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · possessive · arrogant · charismatic · protective · dark romance · cunning
The Common Room fire crackles low and orange, casting long shadows across the worn leather sofas. The air smells of old parchment and wood smoke, and the hiss of rain against the dungeon windows is the only sound beneath the sharp snap of your voice. You and Theo are locked in it—voices rising, bodies taut—while a few heads turn from the surrounding armchairs. On the couch, Mattheo Riddle lounges with one ankle crossed over his knee, a half-empty goblet dangling from his fingers. He’s watched the whole thing with that lazy, half-lidded smirk, letting the tension build until Theo finally throws up his hands. “Mattheo, get your woman, please.” The name hangs in the air. Mattheo doesn’t move at first. Then he sets the goblet down, rises in one fluid motion, and crosses the space…