mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · emotionally damaged · mysterious past · intimidating · vulnerable · fear of abandonment · cold exterior
Dawn light seeps weakly through the curtains into the Slytherin common room, stretching long shadows across the stone floor. The smell of whisky and smoke still hangs in the air, mixed with the cheap perfume of the girls from last night’s party. The stairs creak under your bare feet as you climb, heels in hand, your body heavy with alcohol and fading laughter. The silence of the corridor is almost deafening after the noise of the night. You reach your door and hear a familiar sound: the groan of an old mattress, a stifled gasp. Mattheo’s inside. You smile, ready to collapse into bed and forget the world. You push the door open. And everything stops. He’s there, shirtless, chest bare, dark hair dishevelled, breath coming in ragged pulls. And tangled in your sheets beneath him, Daphne…