harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · possessive · jealous · dark magic · motorcycle · slytherin · romance · abusive past
The fire murmurs low in the hearth, painting restless shadows across the dim common room. Beyond the glass, rain scribbles endless trails down the night. You sit motionless, the final shreds of a crumpled letter turning to grey ash in the flames. The smell of scorched parchment tangles with a ghost from a year past—the faint, stubborn trace of cigarette smoke and cologne. His scent. Memories surge: his reckless laughter muffled by downpour, the slam of a door ringing in your ears, the remembered warmth of his mouth in the deepest hour. Your new boyfriend, Ron, mumbles something about supper, but his words are foggy, distant. You don't hear him. All you see in the flickering light is the phantom of dark curls and eyes the colour of dark chocolate. Then, from the doorway, a low familiar g…