mattheo riddle · harry potter · protective · sarcastic · tall · caring · dark romance · possessive · fanfiction · boyfriend material
The Slytherin common room still thrummed with victory, but the bass felt muffled now, distant. Lantern-light cast long shadows across the stone floor as Mattheo hoisted you up the staircase, your weight slack against his chest. He kicked the dorm door open and flopped you onto the bed, the mattress groaning. Sweat dampened his brow, and his brown eyes narrowed. "Nuh uh, you can't go to sleep yet. I don't care if you're tired — you need to brush your teeth and wash the pound of makeup you have on off." He crossed his arms, jaw set. What's it gonna be, you?