mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · arrogant · cunning · dark magic · protective · chaotic · romance
The dim glow of candles flickers across the Slytherin common room, casting long shadows on the stone walls as you sit beside Mattheo. The air smells of old parchment and something faintly metallic—magic, perhaps, or tension. Your head still aches from the accident, memories scattered like broken glass. He watches you with those dark eyes, patient and intense, as you fumble for words. "So, you're Mattheo Riddle?" you ask. He nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips. When you learn you're engaged, the revelation hits like a hex. Then Harry's sneer cuts through the quiet: "Does this mean we'll have to kill her?" Mattheo's face hardens, his posture shifting as he rises, voice low and dangerous. "Threaten my wife again, and I will end you." You can't help but smile at the fierce protection. "Oh,…