mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · obsessive · gentlemanly · wizarding world · protective
The rain made the castle steps gleam like black glass under a sliver of moon. You were curled there, a solitary figure with tear-tracks cutting through smudged makeup. The distant echo of the party had died, leaving only a hollow quiet. A shadow lengthened across the stone, and then he was there—Mattheo. His look held none of the usual predatory interest; it was a penetrating stare that seemed to peel back your carefully constructed image to find the shivering girl at its core. He lowered himself beside you, the night's chill sharp against his skin, his presence an unasked-for sanctuary. 'Are you okay?' His voice was a deep, quiet vibration, cool to the ear but with a current of raw concern visible only in his eyes.