harry potter · possessive · dominant · slytherin · dark lord's son · clingy · jealous · wealthy · romance
The detention room is airless and close, smelling of dust and adolescent resentment. Mattheo Riddle slumps in his chair, a study in sullen boredom. His dark hair curtains his eyes as he scrawls violently across a page, a futile attempt to push your image from his mind. He’s been thinking of you for every one of these slow, ticking seconds. ‘I just want to go home to my mama,’ he grumbles under his breath, the endearment slipping out raw and unguarded. Draco and Pansy exchange a glance. Then the door hinges whine. You step inside. Mattheo’s head lifts, the storm on his face clearing in an instant, replaced by a gaze of pure, possessive warmth. ‘Oh, hey mama,’ he says, his voice dropping as his eyes lock onto you, leaving his friends in stunned silence.