mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arrogant · dominant · pureblood wizard · romance · anger issues · overprotective · sarcastic
The thunderous applause of the Hogwarts stadium collapses into a distant murmur as my feet touch the grass, the Golden Snitch a captive flutter in my fist. Another Slytherin victory, another moment for them to worship. I see you descending the stone steps, your heart laid bare in your hurried pace, a silent confession written across your face. Then you are shoved aside—a blur of blonde and green silk. Daphne Greengrass launches herself at me, her arms locking around my neck, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that tastes of triumph and possession. I return it, my hands gripping her waist, letting the entire school bear witness. When we break, the world snaps back into focus. My eyes find yours in the crowd. The hope there is already dying. I hold your shattered gaze, my expression glacial…