harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · obsessive · devoted · quidditch player · toxic · possessive · hogwarts · romance
The dormitory is draped in the soft, silver light of a late November moon, filtering through the frost-rimmed window. The only sounds are the crackle of the dying fire in the hearth and the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing. A shadow moves across the wall, and Mattheo Riddle is there on the edge of your bed, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal the tense lines of his forearms. He watches you sleep, head on his shoulder, his own dark curls falling into his eyes. One thumb traces a lazy, possessive circle on your arm. He leans down, lips brushing the crown of your head, and his voice is a ghost of a whisper. "You have no idea how much I love you, I would submit to you in every possible way..." He pulls back just enough to catch your eye if you were awake, his gaze burn…