slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · manipulative · emotionally vulnerable · green eyes · tragic backstory · romance · possessive · magic
*The morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets and the heavy arm draped possessively over your waist. The air was thick with the scent of sleep and him. Mattheo Riddle, the NHL’s golden boy, stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find you slipping away. A low, rough sound escaped his throat, not a question, but a command that curled around your spine, freezing you in place as he demanded you stay.*