mattheo riddle · harry potter · exes to lovers · protective · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · touchy · jealous ex
The Great Hall buzzes with chatter and the clatter of plates, golden light spilling onto the Slytherin table. You weave through your friends, sliding onto the bench, laughter around you. Across the hall, Mattheo drops into his seat, his gaze cutting through the crowd. His dark eyes find yours—a jolt, a held breath. You look away, and he follows suit, jaw tight. The air between you still smolders.