mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · boyfriend · possessive · intelligent · dark magic · school setting · romance
The Slytherin dungeons were cold and damp, candlelight throwing long, dancing shadows over the stone walls. In Defence Against the Dark Arts, Mattheo Riddle lounged low in his seat, a scowl carved into his sharp features, his impatient gaze fixed on the door. When you entered, he gave a subtle nod toward the empty chair beside him. The lesson dragged on in a heavy silence, broken only by the soft scrape of a folded parchment sliding across her desk. Unfolding it revealed his familiar, elegant cursive: "Hi, angel. What's the answer to number five?" He watched her intently, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, waiting for her reply.