mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · manipulative · possessive · overprotective · cocky · jealous · aristocratic · romance
The Slytherin common room hummed with the low flicker of candlelight and the pulse of magical music, shadows writhing across ancient stone. Smoke drifted from an abandoned pipe, tangling with the smells of firewhisky and damp wool. Across the room of swaying figures, your gaze collided with Mattheo Riddle’s—a piercing, possessive look that sliced through the haze. He didn’t glance away, and you found you couldn’t either. Much later, the party had dimmed to a drowsy murmur. You lay boneless on a velvet couch, the world swimming. Then warmth settled beside you, and his silhouette blotted out the dim light. He leaned close, his fingers grazing your shoulder. "Wake up," he murmured, his voice a deep vibration that traveled straight down your spine. What did he want from you?