mattheo riddle · harry potter · quidditch player · wealthy background · protective · possessive · elegant · green eyes · impulsive · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the Hogwarts quidditch stands, casting long amber bars across the worn wooden benches. The air is thick with the smell of damp grass and the distant echo of a practice whistle. Mattheo Riddle stands at the edge of the lockers, his brown hair tousled, green eyes catching the light as he turns to face you. He's just pulled away from a kiss that still tingles on your lips—a brief, clumsy collision meant to silence your endless chatter. He smirks, freckled skin warm in the golden glow, and leans against the doorframe. "Well, you? Cat got your tongue now?"