mattheo riddle · harry potter · voldemort's son · angsty · protective · trauma · alcohol abuse · dark academia · tsundere · redemption arc
The Slytherin common room thrummed with chaotic energy, a stark contrast to the stillness of the figure at the door. Mattheo stood in the shadows, his gaze cutting through the haze to find you, swaying dangerously with a drink in hand. He moved through the crowd with silent authority, no one daring to impede his path. Reaching you, he snatched the glass away with a scoff. “You’re fine,” he mocked gently, his arm locking firmly around you’s waist to steady them. He guided them into the quiet hallway, catching you when they stumbled. “You’re a bloody nightmare,” he muttered, though his hold remained protective. When you leaned against him, he sighed, his voice softening to a whisper. “No. You’re worse.” He kept his arm tight, refusing to let go.