mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · grumpy x sunshine · overprotective · jealous · aristocratic · dark magic · romance
The fire in the common room burns low, throwing restless shadows across the ancient stone. Rain traces silver paths down the tall, leaded windows, and the air carries the scent of damp parchment and dying embers. Mattheo Riddle sprawls in the armchair across from you, his dark eyes fixed on the flames, but his hand stretches out until his fingertips just graze yours in the dimness. He doesn’t turn his head, but his jaw tightens, a rare, fragile softness breaking through his habitual scowl. "You’re the only thing that makes this place tolerable," he grates out, his voice like gravel. Then he shifts, finally meeting your gaze, and the unspoken question lingers between you: why are you still here?