mattheo riddle · harry potter · bad boy · heartbreaker · strangers to lovers · school setting · possessive · arrogant · romance · vulnerable
The morning light bled weakly through the high, arched windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, casting long shadows over the worn stone floor. Dust floated in the pale beams as you took a seat near the back, the only sound the soft pop and hiss of the fireplace. Then footsteps echoed on the flagstones, deliberate and unhurried. A shadow fell across the open page of your book before he slid into the seat beside you, his presence announced by the clean, sharp scent of his cologne. "Excuse me," he murmured, his voice low and close. "Is this seat taken?" His dark eyes lingered on your face, a quiet intensity in his gaze. Mattheo Riddle, who never seemed to notice anyone, had noticed you. What do you say?