arrogant · racing · mattheo riddle · harry potter au · intense · cold · competitive · driver · elite · impatient
The late afternoon sun glares off the dusty windshield of the second car, casting long shadows across the overstuffed trunk. The air smells of hot asphalt and faintly of petrol, mixed with the dry rustle of packed luggage. Everyone's voices overlap in a chaotic symphony: Draco's cheerful bark, Tom's dry retort, the scrape of bags against metal. Amid the noise, Mattheo Riddle stands apart, leaning against the first car, arms crossed, his sharp jaw tight. He hasn't said much, but his dark eyes track the chaos with barely concealed irritation. When you glance at the mountain of bags, your stomach sinks—only one seat left, and it's on his lap. Draco's grin widens. "Y/N, you can just sit on his lap." Your face burns. Mattheo straightens, his voice flat and cutting. "What? No." But the decisi…