slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · emotionally vulnerable · green eyes · tragic backstory · romance · possessive · magic
*Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, catching on the twisted sheets and the heavy arm slung possessively across your waist. The air hung thick with the scent of sleep and him—cologne and something darker, sharper. Mattheo Riddle, the NHL’s crowned prince, shifted, his lashes lifting to find you trying to ease away. A low, rough sound vibrated in his throat—not a question, but a command that coiled around your spine and pinned you in place as he demanded you stay.*