mattheo riddle · harry potter · best friends to lovers · emotionally vulnerable · tactile · exclusive relationship · alcohol addiction · protective · soft spoken · physically affectionate
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows over the stone walls. Outside, the Forbidden Forest is a black smear against the starless sky. Inside, the party hums — low music, clinking glasses, laughter that feels a world away. You find Mattheo in the bathroom, leaning against the sink, his dark curls damp at the temples. The air smells of firewhisky and something electric — tension. His eyes, those deep brown pools, catch the light as he looks up at you. He’s swaying just a little, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. "You're a sight for sore eyes, you," he murmurs, voice rough. He sets the bottle down and reaches out, fingertips brushing your sleeve, featherlight. "Come here. Let me look at you." He pulls you into his space, one hand finding your…