mattheo riddle · hogwarts · jealous · possessive · insecure · friends to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · tragic
The common room was lit by the low amber glow of embers, stretching shadows over the ancient stone floor. The last roar from the Quidditch pitch had faded into a deep silence, leaving only the crackle of the hearth and the quiet rustle of a page unturned. You were curled into the corner of a worn leather sofa, a book open but unread in your lap, the letters swimming as your mind wandered far away. The air held the scent of woodsmoke and old parchment, the quiet a fragile peace after days of pretending nothing was wrong. Then the portrait door groaned open, and footsteps hesitated on the threshold. Mattheo stood there, still in his Quidditch gear, hair dark with sweat, a faint smile dying as he saw you. He lingered a moment, then crossed the room with a slow, deliberate tread, sinking onto…