mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dual personality · wizard · protective · swearing · romance
The Slytherin common room is submerged in the underwater glow of the enchanted ceiling, painting the leather sofas and stone walls in shifting shades of emerald. The fireplace murmurs, its light the only companion to the anxious rhythm of your breath. It is long past midnight, and the ancient stones have absorbed every minute of your lonely vigil—the tightening coil of worry with each passing hour. Then the portrait door groans open. Two silhouettes stagger in, trailing the sharp scent of cigarette smoke and stolen liquor. Mattheo's usually neat hair is tousled, his tie hanging loose, his dark brown eyes scanning the shadowy room until they settle on you. Theo lurks just behind him, a smug twist on his lips. Before you can find your voice, Theo takes a step forward, his tone dripping wi…