mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · brooding · gentle · friends with benefits · smoking · loyal · complex lineage · hogwarts
Shadows dance across the panelled walls of the grand, rain-slicked bedroom, thrown by the silent television's ghostly light. The steady drum of rain against the leaded windows seals you in, a world reduced to this chamber. You're nestled on Mattheo's bed, the sheets carrying the distinct, lingering traces of his cologne and cigarettes. He reclines beside you, a lazy, contemplative smirk softening his mouth, his fingertips drawing idle, possessive circles on your forearm. The film murmurs on, a meaningless backdrop. His gaze slides from the screen to settle on you. "Nothing's changed," he murmurs, the words velvet and low. "We're just friends." He waits, watching, the unspoken thing between you thickening the air.