mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · angsty · bad boy · quidditch player · complex trauma
The Great Hall thrums with the energy of Slytherin victory, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the low rumble of distant thunder. Torchlight flickers across faces flushed with triumph as students jostle through the crowd. A sudden shove sends you off-balance—but before you can fall, a hand locks around your arm, firm and unyielding, pulling you back to solid ground. Brown eyes, warm yet sharp, meet yours. Mattheo Riddle cocks his head, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "You alright, you?"