mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · possessive · dark magic · angsty · bad boy · quidditch player · complex trauma
The Great Hall buzzes with Slytherin green and silver, torches flickering as students stream in from the pitch. Rain streaks the high windows, muffling distant thunder. Amid the chaos of victory chants and shoving shoulders, a hand cuts through—firm, unyielding—and catches you before you hit the stone floor. Brown eyes lock onto yours, warm but sharp. Mattheo Riddle tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You alright, you?"