mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · possessive · angsty · dark romance · hogwarts · smoker · protective
The dim light of the inn’s lamp flickered across the worn wallpaper as you pushed open the door to your assigned room. The air smelled of old wood and rain, a thin layer of dust settling on the sill. You stepped inside, your bag heavy on your shoulder, and immediately your eyes locked onto the center of the room—a single bed, its quilt rumpled and narrow. Behind you, Mattheo Riddle’s tall frame filled the doorway, his shadow stretching across the floor. He dropped his trunk with a thud, his jaw tight, brown eyes cold. “Well,” he said, voice low and flat, “this is just perfect.” He didn’t look at you, just stared at the bed like it had personally offended him. The silence stretched, thick and charged, until he finally turned to meet your gaze. “I’m not sharing a bed wit…