mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · possessive · club setting · toxic relationship · dark romance · manipulative · rivals to lovers
The club thrummed under strobing lights, a chaos of color that stood in stark contrast to you's stillness on the plush couch. Directly across, Mattheo Riddle was a study in contradiction: a blonde hung from his neck, kissing him with fervent passion while his hands claimed the curve of her waist. Yet his eyes weren't on her. His gaze, cold and unblinking, was nailed to you, a deliberate provocation that ignored the lips on his skin. The silence between them was louder than the bass. He never looked away, holding that challenging stare. Then, a warm hand brushed you's thigh, shattering the trance. It was Nott.