mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · arrogant · cold · dangerous · trauma · romance · roommate
Steam still drifts from the bathroom when the door opens. Droplets of water trace paths over his sun-bronzed shoulders as he walks toward you, a towel knotted loosely at his hips. The low light from the candle on your nightstand flickers across his skin. He stops beside your bed, his shadow falling across the open pages of your book. He tilts his head, wet hair brushing your cheek, and murmurs close against your ear, "Is that book really so interesting, you?"