mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · protective · sarcastic · tall · easily angered · caring · fanfiction
The common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls as evening settles over Hogwarts. You're nearly at the portrait hole when a firm hand wraps around your arm, spinning you to face Mattheo. His brown eyes narrow under the dim light, jaw tight. "Hey." He raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his broad chest. "Wanna tell me why you've been all sassy with me all day, hm?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.