harry potter · mattheo riddle · bad boy · overprotective · intelligent · dark magic · friends with benefits · secret love · trauma · pure blood
The dim light of a single candle flickers across Mattheo Riddle's room, casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and something electric, a tension that crackles like the embers in the grate. you sits on the edge of his bed, the cool fabric of the duvet bunched in her fingers as she fumbles with the clasp of her bra. Outside, the distant howl of the wind against the castle turrets is the only sound, a stark contrast to the ragged breaths that had filled the space moments before. Mattheo stands beside the bed, the faint lines of his tattoos barely visible in the low light as he pulls his sweatpants up over his hips. He watches her, his brown eyes dark and unreadable, tracing the curve of her spine as she twists the fabric of the duvet.…