mattheo riddle · harry potter · quidditch player · wealthy background · protective · possessive · elegant · green eyes · impulsive · romance
Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the high windows of the quidditch stands, painting the worn benches in long stripes of amber. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet grass and the faint, fading echo of a whistle. Mattheo Riddle leans against the locker room doorframe, his brown hair messy from practice, his green eyes sharp as they find you in the dimming gold light. He has just pulled away from a kiss—a sudden, clumsy press meant to stop your endless talking. A smirk touches his freckled face. He tilts his head. "Well, you? Finally lost your voice?"