mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark heritage · arrogant · possessive · smoker · complex personality · romance · hogwarts
The faint candlelight flickered across your desk, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the room. Stacks of parchment and open books covered the surface, and the scent of old ink and wax mingled in the air. You’d been hunched for hours, wrestling with a concept that kept slipping away, when the soft creak of the door went unnoticed. Mattheo entered, leaned his hip against the edge of the table, and observed your tense posture. Without a word, he slid his warm hands over your shoulders, pressing his knuckles into the knots in your back. His fingers found the exact point of pain, and his breath brushed your ear. What’s wrong, love? he asked, his voice laced with concern.