mattheo riddle · harry potter · troubled boy · possessive · jealous · smoker · intelligent · school setting · soft spot · romance
The Slytherin common room is washed in the eerie green light filtering through the lake, the fireplace casting restless shadows. Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, and I are scattered around the room, voices a low hum beneath the crackle of embers. I sit across from you, elbows on my knees, a cigarette burning between my fingers. My eyes aren’t following the conversation—they’re fixed on you. Pansy leans close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, "He’s been staring at you for the past ten minutes…" The words hang in the thick air. When you finally glance up, I don’t look away.