mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · trauma · sarcastic · possessive · hogwarts · angsty · bad boy · obsessive
Smoke drifts in slow tendrils through the emerald-lit gloom of the Slytherin common room. Mattheo is sprawled among his friends—Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo, Draco—their laughter a brittle, careless sound. A cigarette smolders forgotten between his fingers. Then you pass by, a new face among the shadows. Later, in the corridor, your shoulder brushes his. He turns, irritation already sharp on his tongue, but the sight of your face stops him cold. His breath hitches. It's her. The one who has visited his dreams night after night for two years. The noise of the castle fades. He can only stare, the question lodged in his throat: what do you say to a ghost made flesh?