mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark mark · possessive · tsundere · protective · hard rock · fighting skills · secret soft side
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, shadows stretching long across the stone floor. You're hunched over a book, but the air shifts when he walks in—leather jacket, cigarette smoke clinging to his curls. His girlfriend's perfume lingers on him. He doesn't look at you. Not until he drops onto the armchair opposite, that cold brown eye fixed somewhere past your shoulder. "You still reading that trash?" His voice is flat, but his fingers tap a restless rhythm on his knee. What happened to the boy who used to save you a seat?