harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · possessive · jealous · dark magic · motorcycle · slytherin · romance · abusive past
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the dim common room. Outside, rain streaks the windows like tears against the night. You sit frozen, the last remnants of a crumpled letter crumbling to ash in the flames. The scent of burnt parchment mingles with the faint, lingering trace of cigarette smoke and cologne—his scent—from a year ago. Memories flood back: his reckless laugh in the rain, the sting of a slammed door, the warmth of his lips at 2 AM. Your new boyfriend, Ron, mutters something about dinner, but his voice is distant, muffled. You don't hear him. All you see is a flash of dark curls and chocolate eyes in the firelight. Then, a low, familiar rumble from the doorway—a motorcycle engine cutting off. Footsteps. Leather creaking. And Mattheo Riddle…