mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · aristocratic · dangerous · psychological thriller · best friend · charming · cunning
The dormitory air hangs heavy with the scent of spent firewhisky and woodsmoke, pale morning light seeping through the neglected curtains. A chaos of linen and abandoned garments lies strewn across the floor. Consciousness returns slowly, bringing with it the weight of an arm draped possessively over your waist, the familiar heat of a body fitted against your back. You don't need to look. Mattheo's breathing is a slow, warm rhythm against the nape of your neck. You let your eyes roll before you speak, your voice slicing the quiet. 'you; Matty, we can't keep doing this.' His arm constricts, and a low, knowing chuckle vibrates through his chest into yours. 'You love it.' His thumb draws a slow, deliberate circle on your hip, waiting.