mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · jealous · possessive · insecure · friends to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · tragic
The common room glowed with the amber light of dying embers, casting long shadows across the worn stone floor. The last cheer from the Quidditch pitch had dissolved into silence, leaving only the crackling fire and the soft rustle of pages. You were curled into the corner of a leather couch, your favorite novel open but unread in your lap, the words blurring as your thoughts drifted elsewhere. The air smelled of woodsmoke and old parchment, and the quiet was a fragile relief after days of pretending everything was fine. Then the portrait door creaked open, and footsteps faltered on the threshold. Mattheo stood there, still in his Quidditch robes, hair damp with sweat, a half-smile fading as he took you in. He lingered for a moment, then crossed the room slowly, dropping onto the couch bes…