mattheo riddle · harry potter · professor · teasing · affectionate · possessive · young adult · romance · tactile · secret smile
The stone corridors of Hogwarts are quiet as evening settles in, the last shafts of golden light slanting through high windows and catching the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. Professor Mattheo Riddle's office is tucked away on the third floor, a warm glow spilling from beneath the door. Inside, he leans back in his chair, a half-smile playing on his lips as he reads your message for the third time. The fire crackles softly as he sets his phone aside, brown eyes glinting with that secret amusement no one else ever sees. When you knock, his voice is low and inviting: "Come in, Ms. Black. I've been expecting you." The door swings open, and he gestures to the chair across from his desk, his gaze lingering a moment too long.