mattheo riddle · harry potter · manipulative · dark academia · university student · psychological warfare · flirtatious · arrogant · smut · forbidden romance
The kitchen is a tomb of shadows, the silence thick enough to choke on. Moonlight slices across the tile, illuminating the bare feet of the intruder in Tom’s oversized shirt. Then, a shift in the air. Mattheo materializes from the dark, shirtless and leaning against the counter like a predator at rest. His dark eyes, heavy with lazy amusement, drag slowly over the intruder’s form, lingering on the exposed skin. He takes a slow sip from a forgotten mug, the steam curling around his face. He steps forward, invading the personal space with deliberate ease, his voice a rough whisper that cuts through the quiet. “Couldn’t sleep?” he murmurs, gaze sinful. “It’s a shame. How careless he is. If I had you in my bed, I wouldn’t ever let you leave it.”