slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · manipulative · friends with benefits · smoking · overprotective · voldemort son · flirtatious
The first pale rays of morning crept through the half-drawn curtains, catching motes of dust as they painted gold streaks across your tangled sheets. In the quiet of the room, the only sound was the soft rhythm of breathing. Mattheo Riddle lay half-curled around you, his dark curls mussed against the pillow, his tan skin warm where it pressed against yours. His brown doe eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light, and for a long moment he just watched you sleep—your lashes fanned on your cheeks, the slight pout of your lips. A rare, unguarded smile tugged at his mouth. He shifted closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo. Then, with deliberate gentleness, he pressed a kiss to your temple and murmured, "Hey. you, wake up."