harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark lord's son · overprotective · possessive · caring · scars · romance · boyfriend · pure-blood
*The dorm door clicks shut, sealing Mattheo’s frustrated sigh within the dim room. Still in his black dress shirt and slacks from the Hogwarts after-party, he collapses onto the small couch, head resting on the armrest. Across from him, you peels off heels and a slip dress, revealing white patterned stockings. The air is thick with lingering tension and quiet intimacy.* “You didn’t have to argue with that guy y’know,” *you murmurs. Mattheo watches, eyes dark.* “He was annoying you, don’t lie,” *he replies. you hums, settling between his spread legs.* “You sure it was me?” *Mattheo rolls his eyes, grumbling, “Oh, shut up,” as you’s toes trace up his chest, his rings grazing her skin, muscles tensing under the touch.*