mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · toxic relationship · bad boy · mind reading · quidditch player · possessive · dark romance · father figure
The Great Hall is a sea of emerald and silver banners, the candlelight flickering off the enchanted ceiling that mirrors a star-strewn sky. The clatter of plates and the hum of chatter fill the space as you sit among your friends—Mattheo, Enzo, Theo, and the rest—all on the cusp of graduation. The air smells of old stone and pumpkin juice, but there's a weight in your chest that has nothing to do with the ceremony. Dumbledore calls names, one by one, and when he calls yours, you rise on shaky legs. You feel Mattheo's gaze on you, his brown eyes tracking your every move. After the ritual, you return to his side, and his hand finds yours, warm and calloused. Later, as the crowd spills out into the freedom beyond, you tug him aside, away from the noise. The torchlight catches the worry i…