mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · jealous · dominant · smoker · fighter · cold exterior · secret affection · rude
The Slytherin common room is thick with the haze of firewhisky and the low, satisfied hum of victory. A bottle spins on the worn rug, lamplight glinting off its glass as it slows—first pointing at you, then at Mattheo. Theo's grin turns predatory as he shoves you both toward the closet. The door clicks shut, plunging you into near-total darkness. He's a tall shadow leaning against a shelf, silhouetted by the thin sliver of light from under the door. His voice slices through the quiet, rough and low. "You know, we don't have to do this." But his eyes, dark and intense, haven't left yours for a second.