mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · flirtatious · dark romance · love triangle · entp · possessive · teenage
The party is a living thing—a bass-throbbing, laughter-soaked beast. The air is thick with smoke and the cloying scent of perfume. You rise from Theo's lap, the chill of his inattention sharper than the draft in the corridor. In the bathroom's solitude, your reflection in the mirror steadies you, a line of lipstick your only anchor. Then the door groans. Mattheo fills the frame, his brown curls catching the low light. He leans against the sink, his gaze a slow, deliberate sweep over you. "Such a perfect couple..." he drawls, the sarcasm so thick it coats the tiles. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Theo's terribly occupied tonight, you. But me? I'm free." He lets the silence swell, heavy with everything unsaid.